In soft winter light
it is easy
to live on the country

Work, rest, and be at home
The harmony of exterior
sounds and scents

A distant horizon
High silver traces
dissolving in the sky

After the harvest
do less
talk less

and breathe
more, with the soughing
and rustling of the wind

The canal is green today
grey in the evening twilight
the precolour of winter

Running engines, winter coats and
heat lamps, little red spots
on the skin of the city

We want to vibrate
not repose with the supplies
We bring light and green into our homes

into the insides
of our existence
an eager feeling

no boredom, no tardy time
no long fixed hours
in the low sun's sidelight

We make plans in autumn
we clean up in spring
we repose in summer

Complementary to the season
we feel that we are alive
An eager feeling

Trailing behind
my long shadow, early in the day

I am expected
they know me

There is work to do, to discuss
and between the words

I want to embrace
my colleagues in my mind

We are going together
but we're not going

anywhere
and that's okay

Enough is enough
We tie a bow around the old
year and share wishes

don't think too much
of days to come
because your feet will always stand in the present

happy to be
with our neighbours
at home where we live

nothing special
everything just
good

enough

As a child you learn so much
from whipped cream... to silverfishes
be sick and get well

what is tough, what is dirty
where the fixed spots
are in the whiz

of the grown-ups
clean up the toys
you'll need again tomorrow

a year takes nine
haircuts, and you have to sneeze
from hair and tangarines

what your favourite colour is, tickling
thumbwriting and Mikado patience
you swim through the streets

of the planted woods
ahead of dad and mum
beetles, tractors and trains

elfrorquals, wasps' nests
sheepskin and rubber tiles
get up again, walk away

from mum when she asks
it goes?, of course
it goes

by

95 or over 22 years
ago, which is the longest time?
That century in which he was born
or the eternity since his death?

Time is so elusive
like air, it moves
along with me
and surrounds me, always

It connects me to everything
that I am not, is
an invisible web
on which I live

on which I stick
with my appearances
which I leave behind
like old skin

when transforming again and again
from time, which layer by layer
makes me live, and layer by layer
consumes me

Seeing smooth water
in the canal and then without
looking any longer, think

of the fuss
of jumping molecules
the superfast sparks

of our slow mind
with its outposts
the retina watchmen, they

need magnifying glasses
to see differences
in the breathless water

and they call them time
and mass, hence space
in one word existence

which slows down
the more you distance yourself
Thought to infinity

everything stands still
in sets of now
immaterial photos

of nano seconds
and I call them
eternity

Since that day I

old striped out tiger
in a young body

stand in another light
that undresses me, inexorably

untying the laces of my certainties
unbuttoning my habits and dreams

kissing open my eyes
to the beauty

of the abyss
and with a soft hand

taking off my immortality
The abyss isn't an abyss

if I fly and you
accept my hand: look at me

I'm looking at you
standing in another light

since that day when I was so happy
to be still alive – I am

after deep sighs, ready
to jump

Nothing important happened
today, we were Far Out

sitting on a beach terrace – space
sun on me, wind on me, free

experiencing the world and myself
comprehending a gull, its attention

to fried fish, in the blink of an eye
feeling the somersault of the surfer

in the distance in my blood
breathing people in and out

cartwheels through my body
and windmills on the horizon

the moving and changing
in variations of the same, no reason

for sickening emotions
Could I have learned this sooner

could my brain have been different
or wouldn't I have been human then?

Behind the tears between my heart
and my head, love is shining
inexhaustible, I think

The clouds are just knots
and with rain there is love
pouring, because it's the time

of Aquarius, the sun
of kind people shines
in my heart, my open heart

I don't fly, I am
strong because I have become
so and that makes me

beautiful, you say with the seal
of the giving moon
and the all-receiving

sun on your heart, yes like you
see me, I want to be, a flower
in our season

Being - produced by genes
being - their collection
their life, their copies

Experience, the storm and the drums
of the outside world, the neighbours
with whom I am me, not alone

Receive, pleasure and pain
seed in my celestial flower
and wealth in my hair

Give, the play
of gongs in the wind
thoughts, who we are

and when it's my birthday
time stands still a little
in the years that fly by

Watching films
at the end of the year:

how it is possible, how it should be
and not is, at home

Celebrating a party
with others: the normal

happiness carved in my heart
till it bleeds

Plenty of examples, I am looking
for escape routes, and I find people

friends, everything
I need, myself

in their feelings, their needs
for me, along the way

we get stuck to each other
and we'll never let go

Only noticed in a small circle
and even so
not quite for who you are

and what you are able to, almost unneeded
unfortunately that is common
Time keeps going by

and later, life forgets
everyone and everything that was known
and then there is no difference anymore

Celebrity is a lie
pinned on a beacon
It does not matter

but sometimes you sit around doing nothing
and you feel that it is a pity
for your children, your friends and society

that you're not of more importance
or leave behind more
Time keeps going by

and life forgets what has been

Reassuring yourself by silencing
others with statements
about life: your only certainty

Maybe there is more, should we
prepare ourselves, ignorant
of what, except for that
meaningless dying

as if that were our goal
or the outcome of our life
as if

the animals and plants that live
to live and otherwise would not
exist, do not matter

Once, it stops, apparently
there is no beginning without an end
and predestined we flutter on
like flailing summer birds

I wandered through the village
in the woods of densely formed trunks
and I was told that it is not a forest

but a tree, I drank sweet tea
under the tied up aerial roots
and the thick foliage above it

The woman I spoke to, laughed
at my wonder and took my hand
She led me to the middle

where our surrender embraced the trunk
which was too thick for four outstretched arms
The red ribbons touched our head

Back on the terrace on the edge
where the young trunks in the lake
form a living canopy

we saw a flight of parrots
The birds were shouting at us
No Hurry, they yelled every time

when they passed in the bright colours
of their message: No Hurry!
Be Wappy!

My tent is in the room
rolled up in the corner
next to the guest bed

I glance behind me
the door is not locked
just like all the doors

in this hall, nineteen high
in the sky, I am a scared little bird
in a strange nest

that rocks in the wind
Inside, the air rustles softly
sensors feel what I like

to feel with my own senses:
the season, the sand and the sun
but I do not dare to go out

500 steps are too much for me, the elevator too small
I take a long shower
put on other clothes

over my anxiousness:
here I am, in your world
to see you

The arc of the sun: counted
with marks and stones
showing the shadow

of the days, the differences
in the journey of its light
and the rhythm of the rain

from standstill to standstill
You can measure time
in half years

and see it at intervals
of a few weeks, but
without stones and marks

you will not notice
that you cross a boundary of time
like sailing between the Diomedes

the counting does not match
reality any longer
Calendars are fiction

years too, they have no boundary
no days before and after
that are different

each day is new
and unique as a number
in a series without end

that's how life goes
the life all of us live
as if there is no end

Bury one another for surrender
to a kiss

run away on high buttocks
to become smooth again in the sea

secretly feeling sensations
for which there are no words

learning the natural
language of love

which is never boring, never strays
and always knows how to proceed

where there are obstacles
cramp in my calf

Naked with you
in the dunes

if we are happy, because
even though the world should be better
you can still be happy there

if the people around you are happy
including the grandads and grandmas
abroad

Yes, we are happy
the neighbours do argue sometimes
but when we lie awake
we do so in peace

We have breakfast and we take a walk
it doesn't have to be special
what you experience together

Grief cannot be avoided
but we do not suffer pain
and are not humiliated

We have time for the splendour
of the trees, music, so much
that helps us on the days
when the sun is not shining

I hear my own voice
it echoes where I live
in the lap of the mountains

I can clump, I can swing
I can jump, I can sing
out loud to you

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

Are you coming knockertheknock
for another clickertheclack
with me this afternoon?

Hip hip hipperthepip
hop hop hopperthepop
lovelylovelylottelot

We clump and we jump
we swing and we sing
hopperthepop, hop, hop

Most people walk past
At best they think: can't this be better
can't this colouring in boxes
also be done by a child -

practice a few times
to fill them in solidly, without scratches
and to stay within the lines, but did they
ever sit down for it themselves?

Dot they remember what it feels like?
That you are completely absorbed in it
that time stands still and everything
feels good, that you know

well, can't I? Yes
I can do this too!

Spring owes its good reputation
to the beautiful days, which you usually
have to wait a long time for

It's necessary for agriculture
I used to think, although
I wished to play outside

I am not getting over it
The platform reflects grey
the sky, the rain

drops don't splash there
but against my coat they do
flurried from the baby clouds

that are dancing around me
a consolation to watch
while I wait for the train

for a trip I want to make
anyhow to get out
of this weather