Beyond the edge of pronounceable you open your word

The one that you whispered through the fog

The one that you spread over the surface of an erased road

Which draws your new steps behind you

You will bring it close to the deaf windows

You will search for balance

At the wall pointers of an unknown home

And strange mouth will bless

Your name your body and your fruit

You won't cry for the rain

You won't wipe the colour of air off of your skin

You will hearken to the river bubbling inside you

And to the silence of your grandfathers' saga

Under the sharpness of African sun

You will be going back to your inner self

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin