The Old Man Planting Apple Trees

“Even if I knew I were to die tomorrow I would still plant an apple tree today.”

Martin Luther

He shifts things from one place to another

Meticulously; later they will be replaced

By his wife to the exact same spot.

*

He stands up, bent over some piece of writing,

Trying to decipher the words,

And their meanings.

*

He looks for something in the room, slowly,

Very slowly; and when he finds the right paintbrush,

He ambles back to his desk and sits quietly.

*

His desk is square and quite large,

But it has been invaded by a quantity

Of useless clutter:

*

Old books that will never be opened again,

Plastic bags that contain God knows what,

Unopened letters and unread magazines.

*

His handkerchief is perfectly folded

On the top right corner of his writing table;

He has just enough space for his sheet of paper.

*

There is a pocket colour wheel in front of him

And a paint colour palette, two small jars of water with a lid—

One partly stained, the other still translucent.

*

He can now start painting.

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About danielhszabo

I guess if I continue like this I'll be able to call myself a writer. For now I'm just an English literature and translation teacher in beautiful Brittany.
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