THE RIVER REMAINS THE SAME

The river, Heraclitus,

doesn't change.

All the change

is on the riverbanks.

The cries of newborns

turning into laments

for their death

in old age.

The spires raised

wrecked come

to embrace

the soil.

The river

is always the same.

The people

and their monuments

come and

crumble to dust.

This, Heraclitus,

is history:

The landscape,

flowing in geological

is frozen

in historical time.

14.06.2020