walked to the center of this frozen lake,
at 1 a.m. I\\\'ve carried out this stone.
I\\\'m calling out God\\\'s dare: So okay God:
Your Wish is to be Known -and stay Unknown?
I\\\'ll call that bluff.-Let\\\'s see if I\\\'m alone.
The stone\\\'s from stars I see and cannot know.
The ice invites a stumble-or a glide.
The ice is water still but water no;
Underneath, fish hide and do not hide.
I drop the stone. i listen to the "crack!".
The stone which breaks tje silence and the lake,
Has its own journey now, has its own act.
