Things we find in the mud

First rays of sunshine,

the icy soil melts.

In the mud I find

thorns sharp as barbed wire,

unexpected treasures,

pieces of shells like splinters of bones,

eerie presence of a distant sea.

The path becomes a pilgrimage,

between truth and imaginary,

between love and lust,

between black and white.

And all the things I have found today

will be there again, tomorrow.