February 3, 2020

• pinned to infinity

  do you think
  that isolation
  and loneliness
  are turning me into an old woman
  staying here among
  the thin, dying          grasses

  wiping away rust
  from the inner workings
  of the waterclock

  just on the other side of this wall,
  looking back     i can see
  children clapping their hands
  sunlight sparkles there   only for an instant
  the waters of the lake are dark green
  shadows melt into a kiss
  on the grass there are drops of dew
  also fallen leaves

  winter takes off his wet boots
  in the january thaw
  life and clouds all mingle here
  then snow falls again on this
  small infinity

  and at the end of this wall of stone
  with its slow-growing lichens
  hangs the flag of a shadow

  even though it is true   that poets
  never want to play by the rules
  always demanding  that everything
  should be beautiful

  remember that the curve of my embrace is forever
  it will never sink away
  it is bent here for love
  to protect the pure, cloudless sky
  that is like a small cameo
  pinned to infinity

  it is love
  that brings me closer
  to that eternal blue

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