there is a cork oak
in the playground
of the school
i studied
twenty years ago

there is a cork oak
in the playground
of the school
my mother
studied
fifty years ago

this cork oak
has big,
ancient roots
that form
a seat
where children's
play

today they're
there, seated
like i
and my mother
once were

seated in that cork oak
we told stories,
we laugh,
we escaped

seated in that cork oak
generations
imagined
their realms

i love that
cork oak.
he is my
first,
and most faithful
friend

how many friends
has he had?
how many will
he have?
what secrets
does he hold?

it's roots
rest in infinity
alongside
with our
most purest
being