Altar for a memory
I used to go to the fields
To distract myself from odd humanity
I touched the land
I dived my hands into it
And imagined a different life on the horizon
But my father was still waiting for me at the threshold
The earth was given to me as a shroud
That you do not leave
So I rolled myself into it
Hid
Immersed
Sank
After the service I married blue eyes and tradition
The children were born, the children left
The fields, the woods, I forgot them
The blue eyes waiting for me
Only these eyes and hands
And in a minute
The moon was chasing me