The giraffe...

a long legged fellow stilting over the plain
holding its head above danger, dwarfs
almost all trees, save one-
the sequoia whose head it browses
on- you may have seen, so ecstatic
that only childhood knows
but when it could not crane down
its inordinately long neck
to ditch level, even when the fore legs
are spread apart
when an adult and more than once
I witnessed, I came to realise,
it's not long enough and devoid
of insight
to reach sequoia's root-depth
underground where all are bound
to return for good, to meet
their ancestors in the unseen
luxuriant with life
more varied than the air ever holds.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-11-07 at 02:41

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Wow, just wow. I am genuinely teary-eyed by how beautiful this poem is.

I feel like I need to read it over and over, not to understand it better, but to never leave the world it has created.