SHIP OF THE FOREST

I know that

if I had

a suit of clothes

-a dress coat-

pale green in colour

with big red gloomy flowers

 

if in place of the

invisible

aeolian harp that serves me

for a head

I had a square bar

of green soap

so that its one side

would rest

lightly

between my two shoulders

 

if I were able

to replace

the sacred shrouds

of my voice

with the love

felt by

a metaphysical musical maiden

for the rains black umbrellas

 

perhaps then

only then

id be able to relate

the fleeting vision

of joy

I once saw

-when a child-

staring

devoutly

into the round

eyes

of birds