Gently writing circles and signs
on each other's backs
until we are rosy and satisfied:
peace together can be that simple

     Father ahead of us in the afternoon
     with his trumpet in the woods
     finding him next to a bag of candy
     with jokes and small animals everywhere

          Lying together, being read
          moths around the flashlight
          the smells from outside
          with a low moo

               On free days without time
               chatting for hours with a friend
               and organizing a party
               for ourselves and the neighbourhood

               Yellow and green, a cloth
               set with fish and fresh bread
               we, around the large table:
               peace together can be that simple