Before me the river (1993)

before me the river
behind me the wind
blowing my thoughts across the water

across the water
my thoughts
leave their nest:
a bird’s
maiden flight
not knowing how
not knowing where
to forage

before them the river
behind them the wind

packed in smooth shells
born as eggs
thoughts look organized
and understandable

but now
flying out
they look rough
and uneasy
not knowing where
to go
for courage

and

landing
across the river
they seem no longer mine

catch them
they are yours