Adrift

As time goes by
the landscape around us
becomes wider
the landscape sings songs
to pack
the landscape that delivers to us
to the dream.

you live there
where all light spreads out in wings,
in a wide sea
dressing the airs;
where all soil
it is spaceport
that rest in the dense layers
of fertile paths.

you live there
where the here blooms
everywhere
and where no time tells us it's too late;
like lightning that pierces hard fields and
plant thoughts that never end,
as it opens into a star petal
that exhales chords of the universe.

Every tiny stone
that inhabits the landscape
recite Hamlet by heart
every stone is
every stone is not
call into question...
the stones hide
under the moss.

You can feel the continents
adrift
under the soles of the feet
you can hear the time
get stuck in the pulleys
of the mechanisms
forgotten under the bed.



PAR