Every night is a year in my mind.
A year on the backs of wild horses
gathering at the foam of waves.
A year of snow covered trees, imprints
of ferns wasting on clay soils.
A year of suns smiling the false
smile of happy attendants.
A year of goats treading up
mountains to the starry skies.
A year of auroras merging into
solid colour that we name ‘land’.
Every night, my mind plays
out a year. When I wake
the year disappears like it never…