The Improbability of Life

deep poem

Poem

The roses of the sky

shine on the grass
while the troll contemplates the sight.

His eyes are dark and blue
filled with dots and running tears;
he doesn’t know the purpose of his day.

The roses unwind into
beautiful clouds
while the birds follow the stars
into the sky.

The troll looks at his hands
and lets the air out of his lungs;
he wonders what is his faith
and why he is alive.

The sky revels the future
and waves at the sea
that washes away
the stain.

There is a new sun
on the horizon,
orange and pink,
like the face of the crowd
waiting for the imminent death
of its greatest fear,
sitting on the floor
and looking at his hands.

 

more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

photograph by Rosan Harmens

 

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