I feel vulnerable today
like a warrior without armour
under clouds of arrows.
Mistakes, regrets, nostalgia and fears
grow out of all proportion
and like giants
trample down and hurt.
The strong rock mountain
is merely a crystal mountain
and the restless wind is enough
to open gaps and clefts
and to lay bare
the true nature of the human being,
always weak and unstable
frail and delicate
masquerading as a rock
until life,
beautiful yet cruel,
crumbles even the hardest fibres
and what remains
is always a crystal mountain.

November 14, 2021