a place where gold crystallised
inside the greenstone.
where it has been searched for,
two years ago,
and twenty-five year ago,
and many times since.
today,
on my fifth visit to you,
you sit in relative calm,
listening to the wind running
across your body opened up with dynamite
the rock and the sky,
trees surround you,
flanked by a stream
hopping toward a lake
and a bird
you are talking of matters
upstream and downstream.
mirko