Eszter

Eszter

She folded up a river

Like a newspaper

Tucked it under her arm

And strode on

She rolled the night sky

Into a tight bundle

Put it on her back

And strode on

She took the sea

Wrapped it

In a pocket handkerchief

And strode on

She poured the desert

Into a basket

High upon her head

And strode on

She tied a balloon moon

To a string

Clutched it in her hand

And strode on

With the sun

blazing in her smile

She made myth