Sometimes love ain’t weak and bears her name
like her grandmother’s who passed away in the
month of January when her niece is born while
the river is frozen and you can't tell whether
you walk with the current or against as it is
a milky way retracing your steps with dark
punctuation marks fishing for silver scales.
Her body is a coastline, hand held and passed
through, even a saint would be wounded
as we cross a treeless field kept still, February
is cold but let the river loose like her long hair
and we walk in a circle without a goal, she thinks
she got lost but it’s just a new way, one can’t
cross the river without bridge’s dark embrace.
You have to go to wild lengths, come sit near
her, the room redolent with scent, her slender
fingers awaken the strings to sing waltzes so
simple one two three so easy to say, so difficult
to play, you lead her like wind dances with
the snow through the fields, this stone is just sand
with ornaments like snakes she wears.
Why do you need her, she will bless your
nights and curse your days, your muse to
plant basilicum in your garden, in cold hour
her limbs are on fire, but don’t follow her when
she goes up the river, you have to go to the devil
first, anyway, down to the cave, to the spring,
sell your silver for a taste of sweet waters.
*Ahja jõgi - a river in southeast Estonia over 100 km long, with its spring located in Taevaskoja (literally: Heaven Valley) and flowing between sand cliffs within a pristine forest reserve. The toponym of the river is of German origin "aya" which means simply "water" while "jõgi" stands for "river".