Nice Hands on the Wheel

Nice hands on the wheel

and the road that runs away from me

broken signs

stones, cows and houses without plaster

of gray stone

of gray bricks.

Low juniper bushes

green and reddish bushes

and burned mountains

trees reddened by fires

and blue sea

sometimes greener

thirst-quenching emerald.

Steam clouds gather

they threaten

they move

the wind is an illusion of the window.

Stone colored cows

and cow-colored stones,

cow watching you

and waiting for it to rain.

A small bird on each stone

still because there is nothing to do

and the cow is silent

and all stones are the same.

Beautiful hands on the wheel

I was waiting for you

in still air I am alive

part of the stone and the juniper.

The twigs absorb fear

I cry and moisten the earth.

Beautiful hands on the wheel

I will not lose you

how waste is lost.