#poem, «Wisdom»

WISDOM

Wisdom
flowing through capillaries of a dream
before the first wheel rolled,
before the new-born’s primal shock,
when no seed had sprouted roots,
or cumulonimbus obscured the tops of mountains
and waterfalls became rivers through the land.

Before cerulean skies,
and when seas forgot their limits,
were the days without fragments of stars
or comets traversing space.
The shadows of mountains
covered valleys of silicone and jade.

Wisdom found an empty chair on the horizon,
and then a place to hide,
where she could linger lazily and quiet
deep inside the mind of man.

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 16 JUN 2025/16 JUN 2026 – Valencia, España

CHEERS

NOTA BENE

The original of this poem I published here on VALENCIARTIST on the 16th of june 2025. I have now «updated» the poem exactly one year later. I hope you enjoy it. And if you want to compare and contrast. I leave you also the link to the original

#poem, «Wisdom»