The Refuge

It has been raining since the previous night.

They quarelled:
Her anger spilled bitter words ;
He withdrew into wrathful silence.

I cannot stop the rains ; I can watch a falcon in his flight.


A pearl in an oyster , in a fathomless sea.

There is no refuge -
From the darkness of the womb , to the harsher light ;
From the confines of the grave , where will we proceed ?

I want to stay shut , in the haven , in me.