I will leave my thinking be. I do not see it as it is,
a meaning of. You do not speak to me, it is how I
feel. I muddy the river, close the dam and
dry up. The long valley, a dug-out channel, flat cliffs,
the salmon ladder. I leave it quiet and without the constant
roar, the water masses, without motion.
© Pernilla Berglund, Increasing (2013), translated by Katherine Stuart