Quests

However much, however, wherever
I was searching
Rummaging with my fingers
In the rain-soaked earth
I wasn't finding, I wasn't finding
Only layers, layers
Of alluvium
Of dead things
Of sharp shells

The earth was damp
And I was digging, digging
Feverish
A grave
A way
— the only one! —
To find out
The sky.

Anca Stanciu