In the mountains
The stream falls down
Where I would be always.
My heart rains
Down too, sometimes, when my children
Strike it like lightning.
My heart turns
Over and floods still
When you, old
One, old beloved
Moving with one
Motion that is beautiful,
Create a rift in nature that cracks the stone
Open, and makes it run.
But in the mountains
Where no man lives
It is very hot, it is very cold
Always. The trail goes upward,
Rocks surmount each other,
Thin air makes fever
For the climber
Who reaches water
Lucidly riding over stone. Sounds fill
His ears, the stream falls down, he has his will.