We laid on the grass: you and I.
The air, melting like wax in the heat of the sun,
was flowing across the fields like a river.
A tormenting silence was ruling over the earth
and a question felt deep inside me.
Was there nothing
the earth had to tell me? All this earth,
unbearable large and dreadfully quiet,
nothing?
To hear better I’ve put
my ear against the earth – doubtful and humble –
and through the underground I heard
your heart’s tumultuous beating.
The Earth was answering.
