at the break of the following day
the sun rose in a deep blueness
right down to the hills. we, who
had been held for so long,
emerged treading as softly
as we could into the
water-sky. forsaking, forsaking
all so that we could hear the
laughter of the wind rustling upwards.
nothing has changed since Virgil -
now far off smoke pearls from homestead rooftops
and from high mountains the greater shadows fall