Framed By Space Poem by fraidoon warasta

just as a changing view
congenially framed
by the rusty window
of time

it has never wished
to halt the galloping wind
through its breath
or stopping the growth
and decay of four seasons

its naked elbow the connecting
point of many things
my cat, the noisy magpie,
bees, snow, breeze,
the gliding gaze of children
and more

yes, the twigs can hold only
the clumsiness of one thing
the rest soundly slides, slips
through its fingers
no matter what
only one thing accompanies
this old pear tree
in this infinite space,
time!

when i talk to it
i don't ask about nocturnal dreams
or the bright tiger
running through its veins

it doesn't have to be pruned
i follow the green course
i trim only my poems

fraidoon warasta,
7 march 2021
limburg