I’m looking at sky coming and going
A stream runs beside me, over its stones
Then suddenly stops as if flowing no more.
I saw water changing shape and form
I saw it in the shape of my hand
I saw it had no form
In its vast history.
So it is I said, rising to leave. Sky dissolving
A horse flicked its tail, a goat stretched out
Step by step on stones I passed the running stream
Then watched the water I‘d pelted with stones.
Sky drifted over me.
from Letters & Sounds, translated by George Messo