MUSIC
POETRY
2010
PRESS
NARRATION
ABOUT US
COMEDY
Pine Needle
I’m looking out on
a far, hazy valley with trees.
Tall stands of pine dissolve
close to the horizon.
Something keeps telling me
that I’m about to float
and skim along the slope
to join some slow breeze.
As I’m seeing a stirring
in that giant surface
of clustering treetops,
patterned like a brush,
I’m starting to feel
like one of those,
lightly swaying
here in the wind grandly
stirring my crown now
with one huge hush . . .
and suddenly I’m
being lifted and wafted
over a deep forest
holding no secrets at all.
Anything that ever seemed distant
is such for those on the hill.
Here, everything is being solved,
and each crown stands still.
I’ve found a far country,
where no pine needles fall.
© 1989 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
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