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Thursday, October 18, 2018

sometimes i hum


sometimes i hum
walking through bushes,
hum like the last
bumblebee in my garden

sometimes i sing out
hiding behind stones
and rocks like a bird
out of sight in his tree

and sometimes i call
across a valley
waiting for my echo
and when it comes i laugh

the river gurgles and murmurs
and does not know,
it wouldn’t care why
but it streams and flows

it does not know
where to it goes,
it is the way of rivers
not to know the way
  
it always arrives,
it always leaves,
forever changes
alive in each moment

and now i would sing
to  you, you, you,
but my voice is lost
between the dunes

of deserts i cannot see,
and the wind brings dust,
fine, red, my throat dries,
i am too thirsty to sing.

i left my shoes at the shore,
the grass is soft, i tried
to cross the waters,
the current took me

and now i don’t know
where i am, not lost,
stranded  like a
message in a bottle.

 nobody sees me,
i dance, on my head
a fool’s cap, the invisible
finally visible,

my ear listening
into a shell,
the sound of a far sea,
here i found peace






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