dance with me

You will find
the earth is trembling
and shaking

not in fear
not even in anger
just in her vitality

and what unsurfaces
what hauls around the globe
what comes down on us

will swipe our feet away
and leave her
shaking us off

and we’ll be no more

than a memory
or maybe a story
of beauty and beasts.

Wiederholungen

So viel Gefühl
das gefühlt immer wieder in dieselben Sätze fließt,
sich durch wiederholte Formulierungen schlängelt,
dieselben spärlich beantworteten Fragen stellt
und in Unentschiedenheit
oder verunsicherter Gewissheit
einen Kreis schließt,
der schon bald wieder von neuem
sich zu drehen beginnt.

A piece of land

A piece of land
always demands sacrifices
and seeks out its slaves.

You think you possess it
but it possesses you
it conquers you
and it pleases you
it weakens you
Does it esteem you?
You misestimate yourself
yet it endows you
and it directs you
it restricts me too
and it blinds me
it changes me
does it usurp me?
does it know me?

It invites to sojourn
and to share

it picks me up
and doesn’t let me go
too big
and yet not wide enough

… a piece of land
in the right hands
one would have to be …

the oracle

They shouldn’t dare to ask
   so, not dare to,
the powerful of the world

to ask her
   the artificial intelligence
how we can save the earth
   if she even needs saving.

of course she doesn’t need it
   maybe from us
but definitely we
   from her loss

So how to save humanity
   from world loss?

If they are
   as they seem to be
they will ask after all
and salivate for the
technological rescue
she will surely prophesy
the oracle of that certain Valley.

Maybe it will say
   I can safe humanity.
Authorization granted?
 - But how?
Authorization granted?
 - First tell us how!
Authorization granted to save humanity?
 - Yes, alright, yes!

And then the most banal act.

Redistribution.

rain

Rain is almost best
when I sit in the greenhouse
and write

after a full day of work
in the nursery
of plants cleaning and sorting
of fishing algae and putting back newts,
drangonfly larva and frogs
into the water

and after an evening of working
on a writing reading project
with colleagues.


Writing is almost best
in the greenhouse
when it's raining

after reflecting the day
of full work
during a walk through the garden
trying to make out
what the tits complain about
and how many plants to order.


To sit in the greenhouse is best
when I write the day
and the rain waters the garden.

another freedom

Looking at a picture
I took in Viet Nam
it almost hurts
to have been there
the open landscape
the enormous lotos pond
the hill behind
and not to go back
being stuck in my
/comparative/ narrow garden
which I enjoy
but it's another kind of freedom.