Fiesta

from ‘Heart-to-heart talks’

The tree that is living inside me,

it told me the other day,

Hey listen, old man,

once we’re going to die.

They will make a luxurious coffin of me

and you will be buried in it.

I hugged it and answered it smiling,

Thank you for your concern,

but you know in my will I have mentioned

that my body should be cremated.

So we both will be committed to flames.

Our nice yet so ignorant bodies

will be reduced to ashes

and the wind will blow them away

over the Indian Ocean.

That is clever! You are so wise!

said the tree that is living inside me,

heaving a sigh of relief,

clapping deciduous palms.

And I said to the tree then,

You would better become a violin,

you would better become a flute

during our lifetime

till we are both alive.

And the tree turned into the flute.

And the tree turned into the violin.

We were dancing and singing together,

having fiesta in our house.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

a very endearing poem. it's rare that people are mindful of trees. it mattered most now what would become of them when they are dead, but what to make of themselves in the living moment. and they both did what was best for them and they were happy and dancing together. goes to show there may be a redeeming quality to the selfishness of the human condition. a beautiful poem.

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. oh, what a beautiful thought ... and how amazingly you express it ... may the orchards in our souls celebrate while life lives ...

[Marie]

Wonderful...have a fiesta...celebrate while you still have the light for it...

[MOON]

Oh I love it Igor, the things we become before we die . The heights we rise up to .