Sonntag, April 20, 2014

Catching fire

I am always looking

for others who try to grasp



The morning hour that rustles through our hair

more white than blue

or the hand-width of breath

still caught in your lungs

when you ask that question

that clung to your teeth like a stray fibre of sickly sweet peach

or how in the evenings

my freckles mirror star maps

after just a few days in the sun.


I want to know

that others see, that they…


There’s so much more than meets the eye.

When you smile and say my name

it is more than two random syllables,

and when we wake

yet again

and always again

in a fresh tomorrow

then mere sunrise becomes an invitation

to try again and catch

all this wonder that rides with the wind

and runs through our hands like water.

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