transhumance

birds' path you follow

call it treading

flying

falling

you are born here with

branches vernal notes

adrift in the evening breeze

unseen traces unfold

song-clusters in echo

return to what we never leave

silence

its one body

one sphere

from one end

to another

azure

it's what knows no end

mirrors coming

passing

abiding nowhere

chiming bells of stones

meld with sighs of grass

slowly waking in the prairie

throbbed with morning light

alentejo