Concerning Our Weary Limbs
You are invulnerable as I stare intently upwards;
Wishing (more than what is warmth or shade) to conquer you.
Determined to discover your cleverly hidden beginning;
And whispers “To find one should be amazing enough.”
You and I have begun our marvelous intricate scales and descents.
(There is no longer a Below, you are made of thousands of patterns of
Which I must make my own; and I will not ascend you – wonderfully Anew, I know with the wrong or the simple.)
You are, I imagine, growing tired. You will nonetheless support our
Symbiotic journey; for I too, am weary. You were complex.
You are growing clear. What was new and wonderfully strange
Is, at the moment, beautifully familiar.
(And I am smiling, to find what you are like.)
(!)
You have descended me.
And I have beautifully conquered you.
It ended such in a chorus that has transcended
Everything. The entirety of you, has shown me
(As I found what you were like) fewer and fewer
Things to be concerned, until I reached our end.
And look.
(I can see my house beneath your limbs.)
This was beautiful Walt. A very talented writer...and enjoyed the play with mystery that took place. Leaves me wondering...and filled with thought. Thank you Angie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another favourite from a very talented writer. Beautiful, reminiscent of all those moments of first love that were ineffable. Beautiful naturalistic symbol of climbing a tree as well.