and then

and then the heart beats
a cat runs up a pole
cars pass, small flowers
at the roadside and dust
on the road, it itches
in your nose, you sneeze,
the cat dislikes it, haughty
and high, you walk into
town, mother toads  push
their prams, young bankers
try to make a fortune
swinging their notebooks,
blown up emptiness sails
through the street corners
very much like shit balloons,
and when somebody smiles
at you you run frightened that
they may burst all, a sick smell
comes from the gutters, shop keepers
grumble, newborns cry, no
place is safer than the road,
the desert, solitude,
and noise knows variations
but not one moment of silence,
you are happy when you hear a bird
calling for the night, you greet rats
prowling the sidewalks, and all
you want to be is out, a stranger
to life in the city, you crawl under
a bench and pull grass over your ears,
leaves across your eyes, you cover
your nakedness with moss and herbs,
and then before falling asleep
you see this large black moon
and the thin sickle glittering beneath,
you can be happy, after all there
are cycles not only lines,
forged into the earth, into this night
and the next, the earth turns,
the sun turns, you turn.
the big wheel turns, and your blood
breathes into the wind, darkness
and all there is. there is no
meaning, only now
where you have been.