Like an ivy my eyes climb upward
to seize the unreachable part
of the rainbow,
a staircase towards heavenly dimensions
for those who were pierced and bitten
by the teeth of war,
for the wings ripped off, for the exiled, for those sacrificed
during my mother’s last winter.
I look at my feet from up there; they grow rusty leaves
and I think that I stepped into senescence
long ago and I need to do something
before my every moment slips through the net of life.
My shadow on the ground shows me the time – it’s sharp Now –
I shape the rainbow with my eyes until we become one,
feeling within me the stepping of the souls in their passage to freedom.
