Haiku

A lonely cloud drifts slowly across a sleeping field – So do I, step after step in a vast emptiness. A flash of lightning, then the sky collapses in blue tears – Inside me too, a spark of fear then a flood of grief. A small stream swallows fig leaves and rushes on – My heart as well, overflowing with memories with no harbor. The sound of rain covers everything – even silence – And I too am lost in a noise stronger than me. A shy sun glimmers between clouds on wet glass – And within me a small desire rises: green grass. Rainbow – children laughing in the drenched street – And at last I smile and let the cloud move on.