Monday, February 20, 2017


like water flows so it flows and we can't but follow
like stars like fireflies like drops in the ocean
all at once and standing watching by the shore
like we had all the time in universe like death was not ahead
is it really? what is?
just a single moment where it all happens and this is it
as I pick a branch yet not flowering yet not even showing it's alive
as winter snows and ice glows no water flows and
moon, the moon
tell me this rhythm is forever
like I imagine hearing fishingboats at night