Orchard's Metaphysics

I’m a tree

 in my orchard of moods

suspended in time

introverted

I’m moved by the gust of wind

                                                                     calmed

by soundless sound

rooted I taste life

with the language of metaphysics

bark-free naked

                                                            with crushed interior

shrouded in the mystery of duration

temples of leaves

in the firmamentes of roots

moved by touch

                 

                                                             of untouchables                                                                                          

                                                               among people

in the middle of existence

                                                                 I’m a tree