‘Child’, she said,
Her index finger turning into a spear of generations,
with which she shook, both threateningly and with love
‘Your heart has made you a fool, now look how you suffer!
It is time to wake and shake off your dreams, and bid goodbye
to those irrational romances you hold so close.’
Outside, the sun poured light and a wind shook the
branches of the trees.
And the Child felt a peculiar sensation,
as though the ground fell away,
and she shut her eyes and imagined
opening them, and finding herself
in the arms of her love.