It’s a long time since I was here:
but not much has changed –
a virus passed through
an organ was removed
packed with stones that threatened
to avalanche:
I did not get the point,
so I’m surviving
Yes, I feel tired:
a rescue helicopter flies above,
shaking the bright blue autumn sky
after days of rain:
the wrong kind of water
Fierce sun lights up
the names of the dead
clearly, like a knife,
but of course you are invisible,
dancing through galaxies
laughing, drowning in love
You are not resting in peace:
you are having a fine time
bathing in heaven’s river
lifted up, transported,
fulfilled
Why did you not tell me?
I see you differently now:
yes, it’s me
gazing into infinity,
getting closer