who are you

what if I doubt

because I can not hear


answers to my questions

or water to clinch a thirst


is your silence

a sign of absence?


but if I feel a touch

on my shoulder


is it the wind,

not your hand?


but if I accept

their pain as mine


bathe them with tears

is that surrender?


is the summit

a mirage?


I walk barefoot on earth

my eyes without mist