The Man behind the banana tree

Percussion in bubbles

You are there already
and yet I don’t know you.

I don’t recognize you,
the man behind the banana tree
of a long ago drawing,
a shadow at the edge of my wall.

Am I to wonder and muse on then
about an awareness
an elusive presence
blinked away in a deficit of attention?

Did I tell you about grey flannel skies,
wrinkles in plane trees, and stars in wet rocks?
Did I share with you the indescribable delight
of sweet solanum blossoms in sunrise?

Did I let escape, out of my silliness,
that a tree protects me and listens to my blues?
That rain falls in popping circles,
percussion in bubbles,
each one releasing an intention
to nudge a seed who waits?

Were you here
when I wondered
about the colors of silence,
of indifference, of absence
and of words I no longer hear?

Am I holding a piece of you
and you a piece of me
as we go about our day sipping time,
rushing around, coming and going,
hearing the same
alarm bell
without a care,
in sweet communion
of grown up foolishness?

 Solanum blossom

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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10 Responses to The Man behind the banana tree

  1. tonyprance says:

    Nice one Emmy…..be well.

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  2. PapaBear says:

    Well, you caught me hangin’ out by the banana tree, eh? I was just waitin’ for you to go inside so I could steal some bananas :). As for age, it’s just a state of mind. Some were elderly by 20, and some of us will never grow up (I hope). Wonderful piece of writing, Emm. Hugs !

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    • emmylgant says:

      That was you?!! Funny man!
      I was just talking about old twenty yearold and delightfully quirky youngsters of 80! I’m glad we are on the same page, and glad you enjoyed a bit of whimsy. Thanks Paul.

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  3. Hyperion says:

    Lovely Em, as always. I left with a smile when I read the last line. Grown up foolishness has always been the spark of my insanity and this insanity has entertained me, well. . . since I reached adult age and failed to grow up.

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  4. ceayr says:

    I started off loving the title, and ended up loving the whole whimsical piece.
    A joy from beginning to end.
    Sipping time?
    You may expect me to steal this, ma chere Em.

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