Among the wilderness
where the dizzy bees take flight
the trees are laid back spreading their feet
and the shrubs are pitched in as they like.
Ferns overgrown are parked at the swamp banks
and the runners warming up look mesmerized
at the drill display
on the forest grounds under fireworks of falling leaves.
Swinging your legs freely
dappling at the breeze
stems pregnant with berries of dark purple
I hear you talking of things that I understand but cannot express.
Some seeds burst with your secrets
and the bees are silent as they gather around
to suck in the nectar from your untamed lips
aware of the prickly leaves and the thorny teeth
swearing not to utter a word
of a parade
hidden from eyes that behold the mist of grit
through which we will never fathom
the meaning of life.
©Malintha Perera 2014