Where are you leading me, barren land?
The winter came and froze your thoughtful face.
How many steps made their imprint
on your nose and cheeks?
Do you see the sky with your eyes,
the pools left by the drizzle?
Are you blind during droughts
When the liquid of your irises sinks deep
into your heart with memories…
of the clouds and their resemblance?
Did you see your face in the clouds?
I saw mine.
Did you see it dissolve as the droplets fell?
I saw mine.
Did you see it in the surface of the fresh puddle?
I never saw mine.
I was disappearing in the wilderness
of the neighborhood’s park,
As if the wind could blow me away.
Perhaps I was a mirage.
I had no mirror to check.
How could I be when there was nobody to see
but you?