Dawn run with an American friend,
We kick path.
We hear the crack
Of pebbles on ice puddles
In the early morning,
As in a cavern
somewhere untouched
Where no one but the rocks hear.

Here on the path
We dwell in chit chat
The tic of difficult conversation
Fades with the rythm of our feet.
We meet a woman
Mother of twins
In an instant we are a joyful crowd
Proud to be the firsts to meet the day.

Mists melt with sun up
Women and dogs claim the lane
Cold leaves the world for us
Safe now like a house
where we slept like stones,
And where shallow is the new deep.