The town’s fool,
walks as troubadour
and chores a heavy stool

This rare bird
rebounds on borders,
long ones, wide ones cut in dirt
In his blowing depth
his soul bleeds in dismay
all limits of madness
when night overlaps day

To raise the unspoken
the inexpressible skims his skin
and cleaves him under the bark of a tree

A dreamer, he deters
the earth pleats of thousand ants
while his heart flutters
to contemplate
so much further
as a wise one, without debate
the works of abundant love

He drank the bottomless water
and returned towards his mansard
with little less witticism to harbour

He’s the unknown poet,
your neighbour
The one you’ve never met

Copyright ©2007 Johanne Farmer