Beyond the Garden #4
Who am I?
I know that I do not know
who I am and
that is all I know
But this is jungle.
How did I know that,
but I do know
and this a tree,
this a body,
My Body!
nice body,
feels GOOD.
How'd it come?
don't know,
in the jungle
all I know is
this is all I know
I remember nothing
expect nothing
am nothing
I look past the tree
and see
something.
A …....
cottage.
I know it's special,
it's not like here,
everything has a place
in those straight lines.
What is all this stuff?
I know this is wrapping paper,
know those are presents.
That is string.
New things, somehow old.
I wrap the presents
which I've never done before
but my hands know how.
My feet move along the path
towards the cottage.
The light brightens
trees thin
There is a …...
hedge.
That is a …
gate.
I am in the ….........
garden.
I am.........
naked
I pick up and put on the....
clothes
I open the presents
which the man from the jungle brought me
and gaze on them with wonder
then take them back
into my cottage.
Dali
Mon 21st Feb 2011 22:26
This is one of those poems that requires one's attention with every new line, makes you hungry for what's next. And yet it's very personal