That all there is really to see and know eternity is a mirror for our children

Looking at rain too long has given me eternity/a mirror cut away my country and sea/I lived in a fruit that fell from a child’s hand/now I cry when the moon is in my dream/I was made out of wood and my heart was full of saltwater/ chasing a shadow from my body led me to this secluded room/ here I watched the horizon be a photograph/ I fled to another part of the land/ my stomach was shaped like a sack of apples/ I left behind the seeds to ignite some joy/ one day you will wake up from all this dreaming/ that all there is really to see and know eternity is a mirror for our children

Poem and artwork by John Pule
@surrealist_likupoet