Far from the salty spray,
away from the currents strong,
here where the clouds are grey
and the roots are long,
I let my fingers dig the earth below my feet.
Close to the beating heart of Mother Earth and Father Sun,
embracing the shivering shadows of the silver mirror.
while bracing for eternity in the ground that’s home,
there are many needs but no imploring.
The sun does not slow down to warm my path,
nor does he change his route to strengthen me,
and so I learn to live within my wrath,
and so I doubt I will become what I have been.
The tree is huge, enormous, ever-green,
the trunk is twice the size of three large men,
the roots may reach the centre of the sea,
and I may find my way back home again…
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 APR 2021, Valencia, Spain