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Poem: The Tree of Knowledge
The Tree of Knowledge
By Jessika Malo
I think I have swallowed too many seeds as a little girl
Or maybe it was always there,
Growing inside me, unattended.
And I’d call it the tree of knowledge,
Now that I know it exists.
And I’d take care of it, if I could
Knowing its branches have grown inside my arms
And rendered my touch life,
Or death, or something in between.
But it is a tree, alright
And I feel its trunk weighing me down,
And I stretch with its arms, higher or lower,
Or just give myself a huge hug,
From the back, for history’s sake.
And when I sleep,
That tree takes its time to unwind
Before I can do so myself
It never whined or yawned
Or blamed me for keeping it in the shade,
Always celebrating with a hum
The sun on its leaves…
the hum is now a voice
And the little plant has outgrown me
And it required no conqueror,
Until you came.
You, who’ve climbed my inside slowly but steadily,
And have not gone lost,
Reading the palms of its leaves
Or swayed away
By the hissing of the wind courting its branches
A triumph lurking between the breaths of growth
Between the little everyday deaths
Midst the mushrooms and the fungi.
That hold a tight hand with the roots.
And you survive the earthquake
That you create,
And you leave it roaring.
And you endure the great flood
And the foam suffocation
That the sea repeats
As a forgivable sin,
Just because He can.
And you linger there
After the cry,
As if you’ve fathomed the pain
That precipitates as tears of color
And you celebrate with it,
And you watch as its flowers bloom
As they wince in fear
Of too much life, of too much happiness
As they forget themselves
And bloom to their fullness again
And you’re the one to step over its limbs
As you climb;
For your pleasure could not amount
To a whim
And could not be subtracted
Or divided by two
But taken all in,
Just the way I engulf you inside
A whole man, a whole city, a whole world…
And before that tree finally outgrows me
And the woodcutters rush to it in vain
I will call the sun on my leaves
To leave you a wink.
And you shall climb it again,
And the branches shall steel from you
What you don’t grant generously
And they’ll plant your seeds
In their hearts’ heart
For the upcoming days of draught.
And they’ll surrender for the final flood
Secretly triumph, smiling
Under tenfold of green
Carrying an obvious resemblance to your face
As I wear my tree on the outside…
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