Oh look! says Anita,
pointing to the window,
and there, where only minutes ago
we saw mountains
we now see only gray.
I think of how
I cannot see you.
How many veils
are in the way?
It’s no use
to try to pull them down.
They drop when it is time.
I know where you
are. The mountains, too.
Perhaps I am the one
who is hiding.