lost plover
There is brain
There is brawn
There is heart
Some have one, some have none
The brain cannot form a team, alone
The brawn will not live very long
But it is all right and all wrong
At least they don’t replace their responsibilities
With red tears
At least the logic doesn’t vanish
And the emotion takes place
At least they don’t make mountains out of molehills
Family members out of vases
Crying over dead leaves
Flowing down the faces
Of trees
The day when my objectivity doesn’t shrink
The day when I can both feel and think
The day when I can not reflect on this poem
The day when I will finally be happy
And I won’t even wonder why I cried over dead leaves
Flowing down the faces
Of trees
What do you think?
wanton light