Marie Bortolotto 2019

The deep parts of my life pour outward,
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
that I can see farther into images.
I feel closer to what language can't reach
with my senses, as with birds,
I climb into the windy heaven,
out of the oak, and in the ponds
broken off from the sky,
my feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Poet, 1875 - 1926