Under The Umbrella

A poem:

Photo by Murilo Silva on Unsplash

I mean, why the need to know?
Some say it’s us
The complicated exploitative species
Apart from regal elephants
Where memories are deep
Protected by the yellow golden vastness
Of adult reed forms
That ask the question

The million other living species
Of earth that break the day
That never ask the question

The loss

Of this simple word
Can free the burdens
The expanse of which is infinite

The search of beauty
Dissolving bells
Where the sounds of questions
Echo in the mirrored distance

Welcome help
To the egoic companion
The somewhat hidden alpha
Solutioneering all before me

A protector
Purpose to fulfil
A natural disposition
Have I succeeded?
If in the midst of notes
Waiting in line hesitating
For the answer

The should
I could
I would
Is it a hill before me
Or one that I must make
Or simply walk and be
Must the conclusion stare and wonder?

My heart dances
Creating beats
That spread along the veins of oak leaves
So much magic to the eye

It lessens with the wonder one can see
The mountain crack
A treasure of ray burn seeds
Revealed at daylight
To grow and wash with glee

I’ve lived a million lives of why
But now
It’s simply time to be

George Odarquaye Lamptey

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