arboressence

                      un noisetier

un bouquet de noisetiers plus exactement

                                                              devant ma fenêtre

                                                danse

                                      léger

                                   souple

                   presque liquide

                                                chante aussi

                                                               les vagues

                                                                                                par lui visibles

                                                                                                        et audibles

                                                                                     du vent

que je l'écoute ou non je l'entends

que je le regarde ou pas je le vois

                                                                            patiemment

                                              me faire signe

                                           et m'appeler

                                       pour me montrer

                                                                       le passage

                                                                                             du ciel 

                                                                                             des nuages

                                                                                             de la lune

                                                                                        ou des étoiles

                                               ou me rappeler 

                                                                          à son histoire

                                                                          à sa mémoire

                                                                                                                   lignifiée

                                                                                                     de désir

                                                                                                     de hasard

                                                                                                 et d'enfance

                   noisettes 

qu'un jeu de fillette 

                                   ramassa

                               et oublia

           pousses  

qu'un peu de paresse

                et de malice

                                     laissa pousser

                                                                                    de travers

                                                                  à la place

                                                                                      de deux thuyas moribonds

                                                                      de promotion banlieusarde à la con

te voilà maintenant                                à ta place

                                     triomphant

                                     irremplaçable

                        l'hiver

                                     en forme pure

                                                                consolant

                                                                                               de ta sève latente

                                                                                                                 espérante

                                                                                                                 indifférente

                                                                                     le froid

                                                                                                  des pleurs sucrés de tes chatons

                        le printemps

                                        tout en puissance

                                                                         de tendresse

                                                                                                  visqueuse

                                                                                                  veloutée

                                                                                         puis verdoyante

                         l'été

                                        en gloire sombre

                                                                       rafraîchissante

                                                                       ondoyante

                                                                       ondulante

                         l'automne

                                        en généreuse apothéose

                                        en souveraine décadence                                        

                                        en innombrable descendance

                                        en pur abandon

                                        en pure perte

                                   ou en pur don

  jeu des chats

 abri des pies

         des merles

         des moineaux

         des rouges-gorges

         des martins-pêcheurs                                                                 

    et des hérissons

                                                           tu me rappelles

                                                                                        à d'autres fenêtres

                                                                                            d'autres arbres

                                                                                                                        visitant mon ennui

                                                                                                                                      ma terreur

                                                                                                                                ou mes rêves

                                                                                                             acacia lumineux de Villiers-le-Bel

                                                                                                                           qui me faisait lever les yeux

                                                                                                             peupliers bavards de Vaux-sur-Seine

                                                                                                                           qui me reconduisaient au silence du fleuve

                                                                                                             chênes trapus du Limousin

                                                                                                                           qui m'inventiez des morts familiers

                                                                                                             bouleaux nains de Laponie

                                                                                                                           qui m'initiiez à toutes les magies

                                                                                                             hêtres majestueux de Louviers

                                                                                                                           qui m'appeliez au grand départ

                                                                                                             sapins obscurs d'Amplepuis

                                                                                                                           qui m'appreniez le désespoir

                                                                                                             platanes de la Croix-Rousse

                                                                                                                            qui me retenaient d'étouffer

                                                                                                             châtaigniers du col de Crie

                                                                                                                            qui m'arrachiez à l'amour du père

                                                                                                             ifs et séquoïa de Beaujeu

                                                                                                                             qui de leur éternité doucement

                                                                                                                                    me préparaient au malheur

                                                               vous pourriez vous étonner                         

                                                                                                                                               il y aurait de quoi

                                                                                                                 de cette habitude

                                                                                                                              d'habitation 

                                                                                                                                                qui seule me retient encore

                                                                                                                                                 derrière une fenêtre

                                                                 vous le savez pourtant bien

                                                                                                                      que je suis des vôtres

                                                                                                                   et que je vous reviens