a shrub

[greekodysseus]

by Ulises Solano
a shrub grows in my garden
its branches dare not speak its leaves
its flowers are yet soon to bloom
still... I know its colors

from my window frame
my shrub seems far
its view at times blocked by branches of old trees
clouded in mists one thinks it not to exist

I squint my eyes
search far and forward
search hard
listen for its whistling wind stricken branches
though fearing to may have missed its sound
I search, it's there, it is still there...

Walking in my garden
I hastily sit next to my shrub
only then I am sure
I am sure it will grow
sure its shade will sooth me
embalm me as I always wanted

my shrub is new to me
it smells of strangeness and newness
of lands I've never seen
and though I know its colors
I don't know its shape

my shrub is good to me
I think it is good to me
I try to be good to my shrub
I listen to the wind in its branches
and pour water on its roots

pounding
my heart waits
hopes
October 26, 2008