Artichokes like Comets
A Ram in the Mountains
The ram waits for another moment
To go look for her. It knows she hides,
In the vastness of the mountains.
The ram, patiently, closes its eyes
To imagine her, her figure, her smile.
The ram imagines her, running to him.
The mountains open up to him,
Like an unending universe full of
Promises. And she hides there.
The ram wants to run to look
For her, but he knows better,
She is on her way. He trusts she’ll
Find him.
The mountains open up to him,
With a promise, the promise of
Her return. He waits.