Looking at rain too long has given me eternity.
A mirror cut away my country and sea,
I lived in a fruit that fell from a child’s hand,
now I cry when an asteroid is in my dream.
I was made out of wood and my heart
was full of saltwater, chasing a shadow from
my body led me to this secluded room,
here I watched the horizon be a photograph,
I fled to another part of the land.
My stomach was shaped like a sack of apples.
I left behind the seeds to ignite some joy.
One day you will wake up from all this dreaming,
that all there is really to see and know
eternity is a mirror for our children.
From 100 Love Poems (Earl of Seacliff, 2005)
© John Pule