Day 1629, HtwoO.

On our way

towards our need

~

we get distracted

by all the lushness

we see

~

and only later

do we drink

from the well

in the valley

where we linger

the water

that we need

Day 1627, roads.

Moving

to a new place

~

the hills are different here

the roads familiar

~

the sun sets now

behind that tree

but also

at the same

place

Day 1625, wasted time.

I woke up

in a time that stood still

~

floating

suspended by wires

~

somewhere

in mid-air

~

I woke up

in the afternoon

it was time

to go home

Day 1623, falling down.

Our color stuck out

and they hung us for that

~

that scar extends

till our time

around our necks

~

till we all

imagine the pull

and the pain

of a broken

Day 1622, at last.

The patterns I see

are forming letters

~

the words are there

but I need more distance

~

for the sentence

I need

to turn away

~

and to understand

I have to wait

till I close my eyes

Day 1619, a hand.

A handprint

in a gravel beach

~

the upcoming tide

hasn’t yet

taken it

away

~

did someone

pushed

themselves up

~

or did they stop

a fall

~

maybe

they just wanted to feel

the cold gravel

Day 1607, water hose.

Day 1607.jpg

We’ll keep them

hanging around

even though

they are cut up

in so many pieces

that they are

useless

~

you can no longer

water your soil

with them

~

my dear old

arguments

Day 1586, protection.

Day 1586.jpg

Looking back

at all the misshapen

building blocks

stacked together

to form this wall

~

it all seems to fit

effortlessly

but I still remember

standing down there

between all the broken pieces

of the walls

left

by my forefathers

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