miércoles, 19 de diciembre de 2012


                                                Photo by Axel Hütte

Going north means going
into something deeper than silence.
Mist hangs for hours in the woods
and the apparitions singing in dreams
know places we will never see.
You will know you are north
by the edges of the day
and the slight aura surrounding the trees.
Something in your muscles will be trying
to remember ancient directions,
the way into old hunting grounds,
and if you died and someone
threw your bones into the water
they would swim together
and form a long arrow pointing north.

                                                               Michael Delp

1 comentario:

  1. Me encanta la foto y el poema es precioso. Gracias por este aporte y por tu blog.