I imagined the wind
without shrubs and trees
and the sun without our skin

then I saw you walking with your arms
lifted from your body as if
you were about to leave the earth
as if you were trying out the wind

beyond the mountains in the distance
somewhere the sea had to lie
but not within sight

and I thought that everything was just as it should be
the intimate blue of the sky
and our purple shadows
across the snow

Translated by Judith Wilkinson