The Universe
it wasn't the right day
to go outside to get the seeds,
the land, fertilizer and whatever?
don't feel the bad taste of seeing
what have we become without knowing?
these sparrows wandering around confused
about the null beds...
these afternoons with the ivy growing
absurdly over the walls...
you're not afraid to be despising
this same sun that saw us grow?
what importance is there in what we think,
if from the window the universe seems calm
and are the killers safe on TV?
now the wind drives the trees mad,
now the clouds run over the horizon,
now it looks like everything is going to rain.
time to plant the seeds we found,
the universe recalculates its expansion rate
with every seed planted in this ground
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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