Inner wave

you were stretching out your hand

grasping for the cooling wind

driving through Europe, leaning your head against the warm backseat of our car

feeling the air become solid in your palm,

as life becomes something more solid and clear when you grow up

… before it dissolves

droplets of water

relieving on hot days in July

making you cold, on your way home five in the morning, late september

bare shoulders and bare legs

and a wave of disappointment

washing over you, again and again

that hollowness in your stomach

and you watch the birds fly by

and you wish you were that bird

living on the seashore

reaching for the clouds


It´s like riding horses over avalanches,

I tame them on my daddies´ranches

feel the wave and hear the thunder

Now I play mikado with broken branches


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