Simple and slow

near A Brea, Galicia, Spain

Simple and slow we

slide along ice

flows

carry our belongings 

as if they were 

stones

from the bed of 

an ancient river 

carrying 

water older than 

the ancient river

itself 

so like if you 

were fishing off the

bank 

of this river of water 

older than the river

itself

or from a boat 

you would

catch 

only those fish 

that wanted that

willed

themselves to be

caught and you would 

throw 

them back before they 

became air breathers 

lost 

their gills and soon 

their scales and grew 

skin 

to cover their fish 

bodies and their

fins 

would change 

to arms and to

legs

and then after aeons

they become the

human 

form of the soul that 

caught them in the

present