A glimpse of good in things
We play happiness
The silent creatures
We flood them with nano-feelings
With nano-human feeling.’
To be or not to be the root of a magnolia tree.
To get white and purple flower from this sallow ground.
But instead I swing in its waters.
Tree shadows have changed into waters.
They keep me on the surface.
I paddle, paddle on the shadows.
I am reflected on the other side.
I have purified myself,
Beautiful magnolia tree keeps me in the shadows of its waters.
I will drown of joy.
Photos by Stu Allsopp.