I carried enough
buckets today

Sometimes they are heavy
Nothing to do about it
One time I will come
to know a bit, little bit
about the content

and then it remains the question whether
I would have wanted to know it before

In bed I mount
my horse, my banner
in the holder, flapping
in the speed of my wishes
lighting up in the night

of impossibilities
and a new start

The moon leads me
It empties the buckets
so that I have nothing
to lose and can jump
-- over my worries