What do I know?
I don't know you.
The snow on the ground:
this is just a dream.
Nothing is growing.
Nothing is moving.
Statues in the cold.
But what do I know?
Life is everywhere.
Even if I fall down
and freeze;
life is like moving pictures.
So,
I do know you:
a shoulder,
a strand of hair,
an eyelash
close up.
