it did not matter
if the wait was in vain or not
so long as i tried
and you tilted a few branches of the tree
in your garden
from which i could pluck a few fruits
and offer them in the temple
behind your house
so that you could pray
and say
will you still assert
your sanity
or by losing track of it, dissolve yourself
in my arms and become a moment
devoid of any vanity