Let me be in all the days
where wild strawberries are attached to straw,
where lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades
and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves
Let me search for four-leaf clovers
Let me gladly drown the sorrow
and become the real in me
Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover
Let me create four-leaf clovers!
LET ME!
Remaining here was this heart
in its anciently dormant well
to retrieve,
open and carry
Raising myself
Letting me newkiss the wetlands’ sun-warmed cloudberries
in the wilderness where the deer’s dances nightly with elks
while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks
and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes
Raising myself
It takes a while
before the veils bend down
Gone
are dusted membranes