they imagined the sky
they chiseled the clouds
imitating the waves
they lived each and everry day ancestors
Archives par mot-clé : Matai river
transparency
to see your reflection
in all its transparency
not necessarily
a bad thing you see
if you don't
like Narcissus
fall in love with yourself
I would fall asleep
There, I would fall asleep
like on a feather bed
there would be fresh air
sweeping away the bitterness
and also the worries, they
would disappear in the mist between us
what we do on Sundays
belongs to us, only,
and what we see through the branches
will stay between us Casting a wide net*
At the end of the path, underground thoughts, casting a wide net in order not to miss anything. The basket of ideas is empty, but there are still some strategic crumbs to hold on until the next election.
*posted in July 2019, reviewed in July 2020