On how after we observed a lot of things, things come into the know to us, without much interpretations, we just know things, as they presented themselves, to us…translated..
Walking Past the Park at Dusk
Saw the Paperbark Trees in a Row, Fully Blooming
The Silent Applauses Sounded Where No One Was Standing
That Surge of Warmth, Slowly Flowed in the Chilling Winds
All of the Sky High, the Overgrowth
All Began with the Sporadic Fresh Green of the Buds
Like How Memories Became History
I’d Trekked Slowly, Looked Carefully
The Torso of the Paperbark Tree Silently Spun
The Layers of the Invisibly Written Noted Everything that They’d Already, Known
Writing about the Childish Words that Passed by Them Early in the Morn Every Single Day
That Flow of Joy, of Purity, of Innocence
Under the Streetlamps on those Benches Where the Heatwaves & Cold Fronts Passed
They Recalled that Elderly Embracing the Phone
some things that come into the know as we grow older…photo from online
In the Reading Glasses, Reflected, Getting Soaked in
They Even Remembered, that Large Breed Male that’s,
Lifted its Hindlegs to Mark Them as Its Territories, that Lack of Courtesy to Them, that Belittling Mean Toward the Trees
Despite the Rain that Came, Nor the Wind that Passed, Said a Single Thing
But the Paperbark Tree Kept the Records
Page after Page, it’d Stretched in the Differences of Temperatures
Structuring Their Own Poetics of Life
As the Start of Winter Came to Pass, Some Things
Go without Saying Past Midlife
And so, this is on how things became understood, without getting it pointed out to us, at a certain age, we just know these things, right off the bat, because we’d been, socialized by the world, become more experienced, more worldly, to know these things…
Mirroring the World 