that when I shut my eyes
I could disappear
to catch that lack of consciousness that
makes you reappear
wherever have you gone to?
broken apart into a million parts
you are the ground the trees
the clouds the stars
what does that strange word mean?
I write words into the universe that
I hope you have read.
where are you travelling to?
if leaving is arriving somewhere then
where can I find you?
if I dig at the ground will you speak to me?
if i shout questions into the sky
will you drop answers over me like rain?
is your soul trapped in that Orange tree
the place that took away your pain?
I sit beneath it and ask you for answers
and a bumblebee replies.