bird winds the sky

rolls the sea out. then in

she brings me all her treasures

seeds, nuts, shells

a bright pink flower from the other side of the world

lays them at my feet 

i wonder : am i worthy ?

she doesn’t know what that means

doesn’t care 

brings more

says: and this 

i touched the bus

and then my eye

tell me something: 

will i die ? 

that’s what I like about

trees, fields, land etc

they pay notice (none) 

– nunca nulla nada – 

to the idea that someone owns them

mine, his, theirs etc

they’re like: que ? 

in you

i meet

for the first time

and utterly

the love

i am 

today when i went outside

everything

trees plants people

-even the people-

said i love you

i am and i am not

we are and we are not

we never were and

we always are

i mean and WT holy F ?