you're inventing machines to chase waves
while I chase winds myself
barefeet in morning rain

I cry sitting in the cloud
and let nettles sting me more

I wait for boats
to never get on them

tear clear

through poppy field I run
to catch and befringe

with tear clear thread

shadows of the cranes
heading south


after the last rain

...when the fox disappeared into the dark and left us two alone you said that we should try be honest with our own feelings.
I said nothing.
the clouds above the river looked like the ones by Dali.

purple
green
blue
yellow

very slim and very long.
I watched the clouds and said nothing.
white soft mist floated above the dark waters slowly swaying. birds sang mesmerizing lullabies right above us. the air was thick. just before the
r
a
i
n


I wanted to ask you whether your body was still connected to your mind. mine wasn't.


that single motionless moment I didn't want to be a bird anymore.


but you still waited for me to say something.