Around our poles and posts
our gates and gardens —

everywhere — more and more — silence… —

oh, give us simple strength! —

strength — as the branch knocks against another branch
now — I place my mug on the table
sister closes the gate
the wind picks up again —

and like that we are home
the sun has set below the hills
around the garden posts —

offering
its small spark
to the deepening dusk

Translated by Sarah Valentine