Within the hedge, I walk
in circles around my garden
to defend it
Urchins and vandals
think I'm crazy
and don't belong here
From the roof ridge, I search
the area, the neighbours
come to watch, I stay put
no more afraid than I want to be
If I fall, I've done it myself
although I don't want to slide down
over the smooth tiles
Below me, they quietly
discuss my situation
I wave to them
and give them a thumbs-up
They can go without any worries
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Within the hedge, I walk
in circles around my garden
to defend it
Urchins and vandals
think I'm crazy
and don't belong here
From the roof ridge, I search
the area, the neighbours
come to watch, I stay put
no more afraid than I want to be
If I fall, I've done it myself
although I don't want to slide down
over the smooth tiles
Below me, they quietly
discuss my situation
I wave to them
and give them a thumbs-up
They can go without any worries
Three poems by Frida Vogels:
1952 - A quest for reality
October 2nd, 1969 - You climb up at the risk of your life
February 4th, 1970 - One's own territory
Collection "Trench Walking: ThereFrom"
