I take off my robe

Straighten out, stretch

I give up the morning

reluctantly, painfully,

asking it

to leave me something

to be in

It's the bird song.

 

21.V.2021

 

The sea is it

the ocean - a he

Today I pretend they're she

like the water they're made of

And I see how they're all

intimately connected

Half of what I've wanted to become

I already am.

 29.V.2021

 

my Mary mornings

unmarred by thought

hard to let go of

 

20.V.2021 

 

 

I will see you off

into the darkest

into the deepest

reality that doesn't exist here

A place that's not a place at all

I will take your fire arrows

that you'll send from there

and carefully lay them into

an iron chest

Their lace smoke will

smudge this space

When you're ready

the moon will greet you

the sun will warm you

Your body reborn

your soul awakened

We'll welcome you.

 

19.V.2021

 

Do I choose the view or the sanity?

Jazz or the symphony?

Poetry in which language?

And why do I have to choose...

forbidden photo 18.V.2021