ABSURDITIES by Bart Wolffe
Beneath earth’s crust the dragon is sleeping
Only to stir in troubled dreams, breathe fire
Through Icelandic volcanoes
While the man who left the lonely lamp alight
On the moon watches from a distance
And his bulb never blinks
As the sea snores in its bed
Restless beneath its salty blanket
Gathering its folds, picking at the seams.
The giant redwoods hardly ever speak
But hold their forest peace for centuries.
The same with islanded baobabs and solitary stones
Slow and cold and sly beneath a weight of stars
And the rain cries in lost languages everywhere,
For forgotten poets and imagination yet unborn.