(for my mother)
Freshly washed sheets flutter in the steel-blue sky,
Birds chirp, Countless bees hum in the embankment,
A lizard scurries diagonally across the stone and disappears deep into the ground.
Light sucks the shadows away in large strokes and forms in the
Not, gives, where my little arms clasp her pant legs;
I woke up! My mother is standing, my root! In the fresh grass.
(30.12. 2019 *: Visualization / painting of beautiful pictures during the ME crash)