this night, rain in his
voice, he growled:
i struck you down.
i answered: not you,
the lightning burned
a hole in my shoes,
see, i'm barefoot.
walking softly on
the freshly cut grass
i smiled, i know
the silence in noise.
then i knocked my
head in the dark,
the tree complained
and ignored my pain.
i felt he can, why not,
we are not obliged
to listen, to be aware,
and i walked around,
stealing quietly the apples
i had caused to fall,
the law of gravity
makes one lose,
the other gains.
after i sat down
on a stone and felt
why move, it is enough.
i fell asleep, when i woke
the crows circled the sky,
hungry, with sharp eyes,
coming out of the sun.
