Condescending, it was gentle enough
to show me its long back,
the deep beauty of its igneous scales
still burning of summer under the april cold.
I had lost myself in my own whirlpools
that surrounded the frozen field
and na´ve, as all our silly problems
believed at least to cover the surface
of everything that delivered by us fits
the political division of all creation.
An indifferent gem before my stupid problems,
it cried to me and whispered I am the alpha and the omega and also
this simple snake and what I effectively am:
I felt understood in the simple gesture of its rolling tongue.
Between both fields it placed
the absolute curve of its favorite sign,
the greedy questioning that it seemed, was:
its skinny body drew a mute question,
and everything that surrounded me consisted in the very question
that the snake's sign enclosed
before the wise god.