The reluctant stone

I would gladly lead.

For I remember

Being born for that.

I will joyfully play your hero,

Inspire your hearts

And save our children.

For I remember my training.

I was supposed …

    To inspire. And lead us all,

    To glory.

I should avenge your passing, mother.

But my senses were cut,

Deep to the bone.

And I wander the deserts.

    Since.

    All alone.

Of tails and mornings

After the rain,

The orchard’s path

Is overgrown with snails.

Slowly, hypnotically,

Emerging on silver roads

Escaping the deep, wet call,

That always pulls them in…

After the rains.

They glide on silver threads,

That leads to flower, from flower,

to leaf.

Oh, how much I would be one!

Silently watching the world go by

 In a furious choreography …

Of  trails.