LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS

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