The day we die
the wind comes down
to take away
our footprints.
The wind makes dust
to cover up
the markings we left
while walking.
For otherwise
the thing would seem
as if we were
still living.
Therefore the wind
is he who comes
to blow away
our footprints.
~ Southern Bushmen
from A Book of Luminous Things
edited by Czeslaw Milosz
