Angular Distance

Clear day in the river,
wooden handrail covered with ice.
Deck empty.
Ice rumbling under the hull.

360 degrees, eyes gazing at frozen river, islands, hills, mountains behind.
Wind, cold and demanding, but not lonely, whirling snow and whining in the cable wire.

I lost you to the landscape.

Later in the cabin warm
In this world without mobile communication
I become convinced of the reason of this mission.
From Baltic to the White Sea.

I will find you from the landscape.

360 degrees, one man to each meter.
That is a useless fact.
To each man his own crimes,
To me my own.

Night, starlight, colder than ever.
Eyes to the sky now, looking back to the
blinking, mocking eyes of destiny.
What a fool am I?

I lost you to the stars.
I will find you from the stars.

New calculations.
No ice in the space will stop me.