Slowly you were walking,

tired were your steps.

They talked.

Have you seen

steps talking?

Your eyes remained still,

disturbing me,

as you went back and forth.

Aren't you afraid of someone

watching you?

"I am afraid, but

what can I do?

God knows.

May God be with all"

From between both hands,

a letter flew.

I know what this means.

Don't try fooling me.

I know how to read

unwritten lines between lines.

I read in two languages,

but I am confused.

How and where do I start?

Published in Fire Weed 1992