I will carry it in clawed out fingers 

In the knots of my shoulders

On the arch of my neck

And the lines of my brow

I will carry it in the tightness of the calves 

In the depth of my sighs 

I will dig under my eyes 

And sink them there

These cares of yours 

These worries

If I can lighten a feather even

I’ll find another vein to thread them through 

I

I was a banana tree when I was a boy 

It was the only time I got onto a stage

I had nothing to say

You will tell me too 

After these many years

That I have nothing to say

How can one love then

If one cannot say

Anything

Don’t look at me!

I told you I don’t know how to say. Anything.

I know how to be a banana tree though

To be there. In my lasting silence. But there

I can sway a little

From side to side

If that helps?