dinner

it has been 38 long years my dearest-

sky change colours,

trees sprout from your eyes,

leaves fall on your feet.

wind blow away empty time.

now mountain is at the table.

tonight your dinner is-

a stone and a stream.
eat well.

Round and round
i dance without rhythm.
My abandoned eyes
wander all the shores
I stop, I take a breath.

I start again on a long line
looking for my tree.
wind carried me
back to the circle.
i stop, i take a breath.

Round and round
i play around
And i leave myself
in the middle of everything
I stop.