A Child Amazed By the Summer
September 8, 1994
A child amazed by the summer,
I'm harvesting
in the immensity of a thirsty meadow.
I lose myself
into the seeds of wheat
or among the giant watermelons
lying down like whales
on a golden ocean.
Somewhere, the summer takes me
beyond the horizon,
where I see bent reapers,
like links of a chain,
turning the field into silence.
Far away,
an antique clock runs
senseless
on the wall of a lonely school.
With dew in my eyes,
I'm harvesting in this world
without time,
amazed by the summer.