Theorem of Origin

Theorem of Origin

The cherry tree branches out at my cheeks,

It tickles me, the silky delicacy of petals,

that don't belong to me in any way,

and you are fire,

you are sky, the lilac branch,

and the wind that scatters pollen

from which poetry grows,

you are the stone

from which wildflowers sprout,

a crack through which light enters,

you are the theorem of origin,

from which magical worlds emerge.

I told you: branch out instead of cherry tree, 

tickle my cheeks, gaze at me intently,

steal the stone and wildflower, 

and scatter the pollen from which

the world will sprout.

Author: Aleksandra Vujisic

On OMPJ

Photo Credit: Maud Bocquillod on Unsplash