THERE SITS IN ME A TREE:
(THE UPAS TREE IN REVERSE)

There sits in me a tree:
Of fallen leaves
Of boughs like dust
Of corpse like roots,
There sits in me a tree:
And that’s what matters most
Though shade-less
Though bird-less
And no wind through it
Sings day’s praise:
There sits in me a tree
A seed of what I could still be.



NATURA MORTA

I wake the birds and extinguish the street lights
And go on painting and painting the walls
But nothing is hidden
Beneath lies the skeleton piercing the skin
Leaving behind
A trail of lost thoughts
Like fumes.



THE BRIEFEST OF MOMENTS

And how in the briefest of moments
The briefest of moments
I lowered my sight
Then lifted my eyes
In vain as you have parted.

Like the wind one hears
For the briefest of moments
The briefest of moments
As though a harp, or a cello
Lamenting and calling.
Instead the rusting gate slamming.


© Ehud Sela, D.V.M.


Short Bio

Dr. Ehud Sela owns and operates a Veterinary Animal Hospital in Margate,
Florida. Dr. Sela writes both poetry and prose. His writings can be found in the
following magazines—on line: Artistry of Life, Events Quarterly, Mind Fire,
Munyori Poetry Journal, Gloom Cupboard,
and Sage of Consciousness;
and in print magazines: The Ugly Tree, Mucus Art Press, UK; A Hudson View,
Poetry Digest
, USA; Ouroboros Review, USA/UK; and The Saison Poetry
Library: The SouthBank Centre: online archive, London, UK