Stacked stones
from my childhood to heaven
always covering my face,
protecting me
from myself.

Immersed and flowing
she sinks in the clay.

Seeking for her pieces,
sometimes they emerge.

One by one,
but they are different
each time.

Captivates in the air
the desire
of my constant escape.

Vanishes the sense of time
with a gentle glance.

From the depths, peeking out
the first steps.