Sunlight would feed all moving creatures that day
But in that yellow building,
ice from yesterday's blizzard
still wrapped a stormy heart

It took a ride

Trees passing by
Must have been the things left behind
Delicate wind came intensely through the window
The horizon ahead, calls for whole bodies and souls,
not halves

first crack in the ice

Comfortably sit, nowhere to run
ears on the road
eyes having fun
One hand would hold the beer
The other shake impressions,
words, rhythms, melodies and questions
All sounds started to feel so clear

second crack in the ice

Such a difference
From the past usual indifference
No silence, no call-offs, no pride
And the unknown pieces of life
stroke the wall of ice

all down,

you were starting to calm the tides
but agitate the waves
it was the beginning of the warm age
Astonished, the seagull found out it was possible to turn into a trout
It seems like a great day
To go outside to play