Recidivist

Even more barren seems the land

after this short rain

that it has only swollen,

made more painful

the wounds of the ground.

Clefts

where I sink,

down in the bowels of the earth,

following with one eye

a slit of light,

more and more far away

and the breath frosting

in feeling the wish

to close the eyes,

to let go

June 2, 2005