from the south to the north
among lush green hills
in the bright space
and from the east side I had a brook
becoming slowly a stream
Green hills reaching to the horizon
in the gentle light
which source I was not able to see
A meandering road
And the stream turned into a river
aligning with the road
until the gently babbling crystal water
began to overflow onto its surface
And then I felt anxiety
even though fast moving and transparent river
was shallow enough
that I could easily cross it
A little further on, the river became wider
its current rushing, and the bank more clearly outlined
I was moving with water up to my knees
when a large mountain rose in front of me with a dark tunnel carved inside
To the vertical side of the mountain
a wooden house with large windows nestled
Tall hollyhocks in the garden
and among them a walking woman
with a gentle look
And on the opposite side - on the higher bank - a man staring at the river
leaning on the bike
He turned his head and said to me:
- Don't be afraid, the water is reaching only the ninth stone in the tunnel
