Poetry and poësie

Photo by De Waal Venter

Inapparent

It cannot be seen –
the soul of the litchie.
The flavour cannot be seen,
the sweetness of the taste is unseen.

The litchie holds its soul
within the whole
of itself.
It is hidden.
It is not known
if it is there
until it dies
and its white flesh broken;
then the soul escapes
and becomes known.