I was the rear light

Like a primitive thought, parts of me were created
in a defeated river’s dried furrow, a smell of earth was lifted
it was a solitary tree in nothing
in a brown, dried-
desert, you could say
the Oasis was a glimpse of me
and the river was still there under
it was noticeable on the scent
that moisture that never fools.



World’s finest

It was a thought that wanted to continue, a feeling that wanted to drag the mind loose
She jumped over the fence ambitiously
surely she had heard that about if aiming towards the stars, you might reach the ceiling
but that did not prevent the jump
for who dares to think in the middle of a leap when the speed escalates
the wind was not kind, it blew a cold northerly one and wheezed its message
and everything she heard, voices sung in different keys
one major and one minor in tune that tries to gain a hearing
no, not that, not marveling at mysteries or holy thoughts
sawing through cracked fence instead and prying her hearts mystery
it was as if the deer’s sad eyes brought beauty to life
when we together flee like hinds across the fields.


Nature and Landscapes