Campus Life afternoon reflections

Traces to nowhere

The immortal Carlos Kleiber once said: “I am lost to the world.”

I walked

slowly

on the

glistening

sands.

There were

many tracks,

and

I thought

I was leaving

some of my own.

When I turned

around,

the impressions

were gone,

washed over

by the waves.

The water

had purified

the past;

the ocean

hummed

in syllables.

There was a liberating thought:

the only traces

that we leave

are in

our imagination.