In the rain

In the rain



Today it rains
in the field of the dead
while I walk
reading their names
written in chalk
on crosses of blackboard

landscape that Life planted in my thought
and that I leave behind
dancing in the rain
to feel me alive
despite those graves
despite their voices calling me

I dance I dance
for them for me
the fog is chasing me

dense cloud that does not fly
but is enough to hide any meaning

and while I walk
I feel devoured by the shadow
of what cannot be changed