Utu Man (54) Trout

Dappled trout
in evening water,
like slices of rapid light,

glide faster and faster
through hissing silver folds.

In this confused movement
that never stops,

one mistakes
a trout for a stone,
a stone for a trout:
so human souls

speed through crystal
streams of open eyes,

where a soul is taken
for a stone,
and a stone for a soul

hurtling in confusion
to their equal goal.

Вланес, 2010

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