Forces of nature are calling me again:
flowing water, wind.
Twin babies.
Love,
beauty,
snakes.
Just be with the element Air:
wind,
an eagle
soaring above.
The love of fathers
for sons flows freely
as the water flows.
Suddenly,
the water became crystalline
clear: moss.
What’s real?
Is it?
Is it a snake
or a piece of wood?
Snake — swimming!
Okay, that’s it
for now.




