You Poem by Vida Nenadic

That is really you
born on the rocks,
and still there,
closed to that rock
and to the land.

That is you
at the beginning
and at the end of the journey
to the space,
which is not to be put in the words
as it is bigger than them.

That is you in the secret,
in the dropp of water transferred,
hidden in the books,
in the pictures,
in the memories
so that I can not
easily find you.

That is you
really
and that is me, too
as I am searching for myself
on this Earth
from the day of my birth.

Vida Nenadic