Olive Off A Tree
for Eyotaru Olive
spoiled by the Gospels
into believing in miracles
into expecting them
these and parables
signs that Jesus once existed, actually
and that he is still somewhere about
I like what faith alone can reveal
can make come into being
I thought you were a picture
a place far away
if you existed that you existed
entirely upon another plane
that we are connected
have made contact
even by e-mail is unbelievable
is what is miracle to my mind
I ate a dilly, went back to bed
now I'm feeling a bit unwell
it's Independence Day today
in The Bahamas, July tenth
someone's coming by at 1 p.m.
a date, a day out
I must shift into gear
must ready myself
but what a treat this is
to have connected with Africa
with a photograph
from an online newspaper
earth beneath your feet
in that photograph
yellow-gold of Sahara sands
something about it all
pulled strings
I could not help but sing
even as I am doing now
dreaming up, storying up
stumbling over words, phrases
stuttering, trying to explain
that dilly I ate, bothering me
have I time sufficient
to make myself well
wish I were as well as when
was I ever well
life is as wonderful
as it has ever been
a miracle as profound at present
as when I was conceived
or March 30th when I was born
or that spring, 1976
when I was in love
with Maya Fisher
or when she went away
melted away
dissolved like the sun does
at the end of every single day
extinguished in the sea
for night to come on
to over come me
like a chick in an egg
like a womb lit by warmth alone
darkness which is said
to pervade Africa
in some figurative sense
in some insulting context
darkness I have always sought
since I had sense
wanting to bathe
and to clothe myself in it
if not actually, in its mystery
I've always loved nightfall
I like having to pick it up
it lifts me also
up to the moon and stars
what are you doing on the planet
or are you an olive off a tree
are olives common in your country
or do they only grow in Greece
or in holy scripture
or in the holy land
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
12:20 p.m. 10.07.08
1 Comments:
Well Smith, what can i say about the new poem?interesting indeed!But dont you think you need 2 be nice and ask me first?It gives me the jitters when someone I dont know writes poems 4 me.Sweet but....Good work though. Olive E
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