Visionary

For everybody else
it was a piece of dry land.
The land with lots of small rocks,
just randomly placed, with no beauty in their shape;
invaluable rocks, sharp and grey.
He saw it as the beautiful garden.

For everybody else
it was a path to somewhere else.
Somewhere where it is greener, softer, more colourful, more comfortable.
Somewhere that you hurry towards
to get away from this place.
He saw it as the ultimate destination.

For everybody else
the wind on that hill was harsh.
The wind that takes hats off, messes up hair.
The wind that brings the rain;
the wind you want to stop.
He saw it as a sign of life.

He moved the rocks,
he made the garden.
He stayed on that path,
he made it his ultimate destination.
He used the wind
at the end to fly away.

--Vesna