Bearded Dreamer Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

He dreams and fashions wires
and boxes long discarded
he builds tall structures twisted
with curves and knots bombarded

He is an artist in his heart
he cares not how he looks
he lets his beard grow how it will
and eats in quiet nooks

Though looking like an older man
he really is quite young
his body sinewy from nights
creating wired rungs

Who would appreciate his life
who cares why he is led
for none can see the wings of birds
that soar above his head.