Pastures, fields and neighbourhoods
along the long serpent -
the river that connects everything
the spine of the patches
hemmed on the other side
with piles of triangles -
bare ridges, scratched
with wide and empty roads
to each other
Mount Wind is rising above
and much, much higher still
a light line limits the tapestry of fields
Spring, and it's still snowing
above the little ant-people
How fast they live
Once as high, hovering
unassailable over everything
the white ice
Only then the ever blue sky
in which I let me fly, safe
beneath eternity
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
Pastures, fields and neighbourhoods
along the long serpent -
the river that connects everything
the spine of the patches
hemmed on the other side
with piles of triangles -
bare ridges, scratched
with wide and empty roads
to each other
Mount Wind is rising above
and much, much higher still
a light line limits the tapestry of fields
Spring, and it's still snowing
above the little ant-people
How fast they live
Once as high, hovering
unassailable over everything
the white ice
Only then the ever blue sky
in which I let me fly, safe
beneath eternity
Collection "Summer birds"
