My tent is in the room
...rolled up in the corner
next to the guest bed
I glance behind me
...the door is not locked
just like all the doors
in this hall, nineteen high
...in the sky, I am a scared little bird
in a strange nest
that rocks in the wind
...Inside, the air rustles softly
sensors feel what I like
to feel with my own senses:
...the season, the sand and the sun
but I do not dare to go out
500 steps are too much for me
the elevator is too small
...I take a long shower
put on other clothes
over my anxiousness:
...here I am, in your world
to see you
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
My tent is in the room
...rolled up in the corner
next to the guest bed
I glance behind me
...the door is not locked
just like all the doors
in this hall, nineteen high
...in the sky, I am a scared little bird
in a strange nest
that rocks in the wind
...Inside, the air rustles softly
sensors feel what I like
to feel with my own senses:
...the season, the sand and the sun
but I do not dare to go out
500 steps are too much for me
the elevator is too small
...I take a long shower
put on other clothes
over my anxiousness:
...here I am, in your world
to see you
For Maria Godschalk (November 29th, 2018)
Collection "Migration"
