Poet And The Mad Man Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Poetry and madness aren't the same
But the poet and the madman are brothers
As they go, the rhythmic chaos of their shoes tell tales of distant lands
Of dancing waves and singing breezes
Of smiling suns and weeping skies
Of camels swimming oceans and fishes walking deserts
They mock the mountains' bald heads
And laugh at the crook shape of the wind
They get to a silent stream
The poet stoops to hear the heartbeat of a stone
The madman stretches to see the bird that claps with one hand
Then they move on
Travelling to the farthest recesses of unknown universe
Airborne on wings of muse and madness
Flying over deserts and over seas
Over hills and over dales- catching stars and plucking berries
They travel, far
And just when the sun starts to set
The poet returns home
The madman sits around eating berries