Two Fists

[Lykren]

Like a star in a deep mine
my heart knows what it is.

Like light left over from creation
someone is wandering in these woods,

whose darkness once told a small girl
how to tie an elegant bow.

The fish seemed to tremble with the river
and the light. As we prepared to catch it.

The iris of your eye
spoke to me furiously, saying

These leaves
are yours,
these falling,
dying,
with no burial.

And in my hands
echoes brightened
all the mountains.
These two fists.