Walk
ing
is
hard,
but
Fly
ing
is
easy peasy
Walk
ing
is slow,
but
Fly
ing
is
super speedy
Du bist
NICHT
mein Onkel
mein Sohn
mein Vater
mein Bruder
mein Liebling
Was denn?
Was
bist du mir doch?
Ist Freundschaft zu schwach eine Verbindung?
nur Frund
immer zebrechlich...
Mein Gesicht
zerbricht
in tiefen Krevassen,
die von lachen
und weinen
Und leiden
her
kommen
Mein Gesicht
Sieht nun
Ganz
Anders
Aus
Als
Früher.
Ich
Weiss
Nicht
Ob du mich
Erkennen
Wirst.
Oder
willst?
I stumble and
trip
over
words
that lie like logs
fat obstacles
that block my path
They
should
be
tools.
Helps not
hind
rances.
I bend down
to
look at
them.
They
are the
wrong
words,
all of
them.
One
by
one,
I kick them away
and they land
in
a
pile,
a
log jam.
I can't get
through
or
re-
arrange
them into sense
or
beauty.
So I
am left
with
nothing
to show
you,
you
who I am
trying
to
reach ....
and please.
Gave me,
Gave me
a massage
Baked
Bread
Vacuumed
Made tea
Made salad
Made lunch
Played reso
Watched
Football
All day
And
All of the night
he
gave
me.
gave
me.
gave
me ................
He wanted
Betadine
But I
didn’t
know
what it was.
Iodine,
It’s iodine
for a cut on his
badly swollen
hand but he
says
it’s nothing.
Helped a friend
move
house this morning.
Now he’s
gone on
a
long
long
drive
to see his
sister, who
has
been sect
Ioned.
We have a heatwave in the UK and there's a breeze in Hastings so the weather has been glorious.
Roses and gernaiums shed bright red petals on to the veranda. There is tennis at Wimbledon with strawberries & cream (apparently they've attempted strawberry sandwiches this year but without much success) and people are splashing about in the sea.
All this while the US cracks apart and the danger of civil war increases, while people queuing for food in Gaza get shot and Russia keeps on bombing the Ukraine. Misery beyond belief in so many places.
Here it is peaceful ..... for now.