Smiling into the morning’s face
I lie under a tree
Listening to birds
With my eyes
I kiss the crooked tree
full of rounded fruits
A happy crowd held in friendly arms
I can do what I want
I watch the river flow
Don’t be a slave, don’t be a fool
she speaks to me
while I cry tears of joy and sadness
A fruit falls
Cheek to cheek we are
strangers travellers explorers
Curious
I ask
Are you ripe yet?
Thinking
Birds will eat what I could have tasted
I quickly bite and swallow
sweet and bitter
skin and flesh and juice
of life.
Eva Wal is a visual and multimedia artist as well as a poet and writer of short prose. In 2009 she published her first poetry collection “Marmorsee” (marble lake). Since she has lived in England for several years she also writes in English. Visit: http://www.evawal.blogspot.com
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