Six months ago, I went to a country.
A state of mind was its terrain,
Wonder, resolve and flow were its waters.
Far, far away from your jagged edges,
I paddled in those white waters,
Growing worlds and lives in my path.
Now, she and I pack in our shores,
Looking up wistfully at the mist,
Beyond which our world awaits us.
It is ours, hers and mine.
Featured image: A woman and two children by a fountain by Francisco Goya, via Wikiart.org.
