Zbigniew Herbert - Lament

<i>To the memory of my mother</i>

And now she has over her head brown clouds of roots
a slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sand
while she sails on the bottom of a boat through foaming nebulas

a mile beyond us where the river turns
visible-invisible as the light on a wave
truly she isn't different-abandoned like all of us

Zbigniew Herbert

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-4/