yes.

in the clearing

in the morning

is where i find myself

never you mind,

she says, her hands dusted with flour

and tanned from the sun

never you mind where you came from,

'cause today is the only thing that you know

and you're in it

and that is all.

too grave thoughts

when too grave thoughts

fill me

let a laughing moment

be my breathing

let a warm-ish winter

wind blow through me

when too grave thoughts

are under me

let the crush of autumn

fetch a memory

let the idle noise of

night bring "still" to me

try

in the grey

of sunday afternoon

you do not try

i observe from within my

dawdling dowdy fall clothes

i need a proper coat

i'm stuck in myself again

and you do not see me

i could let you

but don't have the energy