A quiet rebellion
every bit of it for your sake
eyes averted for fear and desperate wish
to reconnect
indicating
with every fibre every controlled breath
that open question
are you sure
now
are you
really sure
tentative
waiting
wishing
asking
so that you can answer
yes, I am

She's never impatient but always
playing she can be everywhere
unworried
even in this cell she'll play
with the bricks pull them from the wall and make
a jumping game out of it
It's not her who has hurt or hurt you
but you do not bring yourself
to believe it yet
But you sit in red and black
your back turned
towards her
and she doesn't mind because she has no
concept of waiting
And you look out of the little window through the wooden bars
out where there is the wide indifferent sea
but you do not look at it
You -
because you do have that concept -
are waiting

Amidst it all the girl
slips her small hand into
the lion's mouth
between
his teeth
and has the head
calm down

I always feel
the magnetic pull
before I look up
eyes wide
seeing you soar through the air
then I wonder

Ay! and the giant seagull snaps
the piece of ciabatta from your hand and you smile, half in secret,
though simultaneously highly pleased, and it is so obvious to me cause the beaming expression is so hard to hide, so contagious,
and I know that was what you had planed all along.
For the bird to have it. What a kid you are.

[…] And a huge shadow moves through the core and climbs out of the sea, dripping, two eyes in the middle of the face because he did not know how to make eyes. He climbs out, looking for you. So that you adjust those eyes, and cover them with your palms if need be. A shadow that would vanish in an instant if you’d give the signal.
And will you give it.
Will you.
And do you hear me… you hear me.

This is the infant biting
a juicy lemon slice for the first time
life and all
its scandalous craziness rushing
into a hilarious expression
that seems to say,
this is life I'll
buy it