why do you hush when the forest screams?

I had to learn so many sounds

all of them are wrong

all that remain is an intuition

that goes every hour of every day

against everything but the trees.

but the trees scream in the forest

she calls for you, too busy being hit

being the scream, vibrating sorrow.

I’m calling you but I’m not convinced

as a ripped branch hanging

I’ll try to tell my wilted leaves

that I love them

And I find myself screaming too.

Francesco Cecchetti