i fall into the green openness of a field,
lay with my head buried between my arms
and watch the ants now, climb a mountain.
i miss the warmth of the sun
in italy. i dream of white water,
the deepness of blue shade.
your hair was curly.
my body soft, melting into the dirt
disappeared. dear mother,
i wrote, dear mother,
it seems they have taken my head
clean off. i am not sure i will ever
see you again.