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