You’ve visited my house, yes; many times,
But have you seen my rain tree?
The one with clouds for leaves
rainbows for fruits and little droplets for seeds?
Come with me, touch it.
Shake its branches, let the crystal drops descend on you.
See how wet the roots are.
See the damp bark, the rain-filled hollows
And the gum-mingled resin
trickling from the pores.
This is my rain tree
this is me.
Don’t hurt it, please,
even with a blade.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009