Then new happenings happened, and said:
‘Don’t move a muscle. Something overwhelmingly
generous is on its way.’
The sun is a fountain of light. It is you.
I am a tree shadow on the earth.
You make angles curve.
The soul at dawn is the night sea
that slowly begins to incandesce its gratitude.
Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
becomes the moon; and then she is the sky.
All this comes of smiling back
at your smile.