ORANGE IN THE BRAIN
The rind of an orange, abandoned, on a radiator
the smell numbs my nostrils; the smell, like a sword,
opens a vivid vision of oranges' trees.....
My brain rejoices
Then one by one my senses, alerted,awake.
And I'm my fingers touching that orange and seraching its life
I'm my toungue sucking that juice sweet and sour
I'm my nose smelling the fresh and my eyes immerged in its
bright colour. And my heart beats faster …
And there's no more house, no more dark
And my feelings are hurricanes twirling
they are winds shacking deeply my nerves.
A cat, looking for warmth, sends me back
to the house, to the dark,
and my brain is no more than usually grey.
And the rind but some waste on the floor.