The sunrise today

brightened the mist

I was driving trough

~

the treetops

I see

far away

appear

and disappear

with no rhythm

in the wind

~

it calms me down

to see the aimless

belie the motions

of the cogs

I hear

and feel

in my head

 

With both my hands

I have been

playing indifferent

tunes

~

finally I move

the bellow left

and for one more time

the blowhole calls

with a sour note

the deaf

~

and silence

 

Where ever I come

and walk away

~

the road leading

seems the same

~

I’ve seen all these walls

doors

and window

from both sides

fade

into the past

rise

in front of me

~

our road

is laid

in a circle

and if you look good

you can see the signs

once made

by you

From certain angles

all the lines

going up

will meet

~

the question is

are we tall enough

to witness this

I can almost

read the signs

~

but for now

~

I am more interested

in the shadows

they throw

A light

does not shine

in the dark

It froze

after the first rain

and leaves fell

~

the next morning sun

broke the ice

and we drifted

apart

~

the distance

warmed

and the rough edges

melted

~

soon

this all

is one again

The world speeds by

seen through the left window

of my car

~

at a glance

I see a handful

of black sheep

grazing

far apart

~

where I come from

the sheep mostly

stick together

~

I guess these black sheep

don’t