The mountain stands imperturbable
in the sun, being, being
Receiving clouds, and hail, snow
their bubbling and whirling going away
at its feet, the children's rush
and the pubertal noise of water
playing itself hot
in an embedded adventure
And I am standing on top
of the mountain, being, being
Receiving the sun, experiences
and night thoughts, growing old
Everything melts, nothing in my hands
nothing in my open arms
Collection “Ifless”