Today I fell upon my lover’s body
and lay smelling her hair,
my head resting against her mound
which gave off a delicious
aroma of hay and fertility –

and thus, caught between God
and the bright blue sky,
celebrated the silent love
of those who raised this wisdom.

Elevated on the earth’s skin
I see to all ages,
along the track so many used
for so long as life’s path.

Nourished by the wild grass
slowly I become invisible,
sinking into the soil as nutrient -
my immortality guaran-
teed by my anonymity.

28 July 1999