WATERWHEELS

and when he says i love you
is that description
or performance ?

and when she sits alone in the kitchen
drinking coffee from a mug
looking out of the window
is she play acting ?
and for whom ?

i watch ricardo lighting a cigarette
as his stocky legs carry him forwards to his parked car
i catch a glimpse of  a reflection of a shadow of another´s life

i need some cord, a few balls of string and a well-weathered stone
to join me to this world

IF NOT ME, BROTHER, SISTER

So I write every day
on my brain screen
not my world, not my world
as water trickles and plants are growing
this my world consists of basic nonsense
political, historical, social developments
personal events, drama, emotions
pass me by
pass me by
a beggar
too proud to beg
a beggar
eyes not seeing, heart not pumping
words not speaking
an unordered house
i hope and trust
that you are doing better !

Realisation

after the news came
she closed the shop
went upstairs
felt suddenly very tired
am i not who i was yesterday ?
she hurled a glass to the floor