Sylva

I asked the wind-beaten mountain
what she would become
Everything and nothing, she whispered
like song
Is all we’ll ever be
all and not at all

That night there was no mountain
where the wind-beaten mother stood
only darkness all
all and not at all

By her whisper-song unsettled
I turned to grandfather in morning sun
to ask who I would become
I was you once, he rang like a winter bell
like a river stone
And you will be me

That night there was darkness only
where grandfather stood
Darkness only in me
But I am no mountain

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