It’s poetry this time…
I walk around the lake.
I walk and the voice of the wind has changed.
It’s deep, it’s metal.
I walk.
And I know, as I walk, that my footprints on the track will be gone,
soon,
when the rising sun melts the frost.
I walk.
And I know, as I walk, that the sordino of the leaves is gone,
for now,
and I know
with that wind
I will have gone, in one second,
through the time zones of my life.
I walk around the lake.
I walk myself to myself,
I walk to stories and poems,
to images and sounds,
to yesterdays and tomorrows.
©Copyright of the poem: Maarit Suokas-Alanko
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