Joseph

Inside the well a single cell becomes a

million eyes. They look at him. It's dark, 

he says. They turn

their gaze away and turn into

a thousand stars

above his head.

A thousand grains of sand

become a desert

and a paradise

in one

A stone

is thrown

down

the well

It hits the bottom

of a vase

The vase becomes 

a place

of birth

where Joseph, wearing

a robe of green given to him

by nymphs and elves, becomes

invisible.

When he finds out

his brothers' footsteps

on the path, he

walks behind them

and he weeps

in vein.

They cannot hear.

Wherever his tear drops,

a flower grows its roots

in dirt

and flourishes.

They cannot see,

they're busy cunning

their next move.

Women appear and collect

the blooming heads.

They put them in their hair

and enter their town,

proud and free.

Maybe it's 

a dream

to interprete.