IT WANDERS

It wanders
in the hesitant greeting,
fired out from a frozen tongue
to brace the unknown

It wanders
across the avalanche,
in search of a sanctuary
beneath the melting ice

It wanders
through the swirling river,
leaving behind what is to come
with soft, untraceable footsteps

It wanders
into the open water,
past the ship-wrecked horizon,
towards a hidden sunrise

21st January