THE MADHOUSE TREE Poem by Nicolás Suescún

He knocked on all doors and none opened,
he looked at every window but all were closed.
It was a way of saying:
'There are more doors and windows
than you've ever dreamed of.'
He appealed to the highest courts of justice
and he humbled himself before a lot of people,
he acted the clown in the streets.
His family almost forgot about him
but one day they found him in a madhouse,
where the more he announced his soundness
the more they thought his madness deep and cureless.
So during the hours he spent in the courtyard
he learned how to become a tree,
and then the wind, as it swayed its leaves,
produced a subjugating song
and made music when it shook its branches.