Why should I go into the fields, wander slow…
The grass doesn’t want me there!
I have no reason, to stay in the house,
Drinking tea and staring at the pattern
On the wallpaper.
Perhaps I should run, go somewhere,
Where to? There is nothing of any significance farther away,
Except mountains, snow, a river and its stones.
Who goes nowhere, who goes there?
This is for me, this night-time stillness,
The stones know nothing.