I went back to exploring life – wrapped in the leopard’s golden mantle – the perfect ring, the cycle of everything: a lot has changed after the swell of tears yet, I still have in me both pearl and rock, in my step the fiber beating to the leap and the word that, once spoken, melts away.
One goes back where one’s already been.
Infinite are the places, the days,
now, are thinned out clusters.
It’s an unpredicted gift finding again the footstep
that of those who accompanied us is trail
of wing between snow and stone.
You say to me: the mountain has grown higher:
while I know it’s I the one who’s grown smaller.