New life and old age

New life and  old age

for my grandson Max: good wishes~


fragments, scents,
petals of roses,
a suspicion of nappies,
here is the night

my grandson was born
on this tuesday,
in the sign of victory,
in the light of mornings

really, i should go
and smell this new skin,
ask to be his friend,
let him stare into my eyes

to see myself as a wonder
and a surprise,
to open my heart
like a flower to the sun

but this is easy, and
it can wait. i can.
the house of my son
is full, i will postpone

the joy of meeting.
as i have postponed
my life for many years
deeply woven in the days

of work and passion.
and now i am set aside
as a man to be feared
and kisses are dangerous

the earth turns and i turn,
so many colors to see,
fragments, scents,
petals of roses

and a suspicion of nappies.
here is the night.
slowly i turn inside
and i fill with memory

then i turn it out, empty,
breathe and fill with light
and quiet joy, i am a wave
in slow motion caught

between life and death.
there is nobody to talk,
i write poems at night.
grandson, grow and walk

walk into the wilderness
of this world, do not
believe one word but silence.
not to be trapped in frames

follow your own heart
and the signs of the stars.
the earth turns, you turn,
but you know, you can fly

try garments, wear masks,
laugh and take them off.
you were born naked,
live naked, and when

you will meet fear,
let it pass, dance
on your little feet,
shake your fists and smile.

i am here, nearer the border,
fragments, scents,
petals of roses,
a suspicion of nappies,

here is the night
in which i am naked
as you. here are the dreams,
the beginning, the end.


at a certain age it is difficult not to be egocentric
when you are alone..
I am welcome in my son's house but i
want to save the mother from one more
in the crowd this weekend.