The bell is full of wind
though it does not ring.
The bird is full of flight
though it is still.
The sky is full of clouds
though it is alone.
The world is full of voice
though no one speaks it.
Everything is full of fleeing
though there are no roads.
Everything is fleeing
toward its presence.
— Roberto Juarroz, from Vertical Poetry, translated from the Spanish by W. S. Merwin
