The unripe pomegranate tree

free verse poem

Photo by Hal Ozart on Unsplash

In the garden

there is a pomegranate tree

green,

unripe,

proud of chances,

not that plenty

to be reaped when

a new day rises.

Did you ever imagine

a so thin branch

could have borne

the burden of

those green and knobby fruits,

as a lump

difficult to swallow?

Did you ever imagine

a so fragile and innocent

soul

could have borne

that withdrawal?

And yet think

about the weight of the gut

of a mother

carrying life,

sustaining

to bring life

likewise that green pomegranate tree,

bright of life,

making its way

among naive and toxic mushrooms.

A far-fetched path

of which no one

had apprised it.