Solomon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Solomon

In a way I am like Solomon
Speaking with men and animals.

I believe all beings are like me, equals
Therefore I can speak with a wick
Of candle; and also matchstick…

Rat and I, and the cat, and the dog
Are the same as trees and the leaves and grass…
Each blade, dead, alive, and alone or in mass
Converse, talk.

"Do you see the thin wick inside me? "
Said aloud the candle; flickered it flame;
And I did,
"That is soul, as you call! "
Then told me of the scent and the light.

I asked of matchstick,
"That poor thing…"
Said candle and went on:
"…is like a fire-worm…"

Candle sighed; then began, restart:
"…lives only for a while…"

A silence, then spark:
"…the shortest of us all…"

Confused and tired
On grass I laid head;
I spoke with clouds and skies:
"Oh, I am Solomon! "