I ask myself,
why don’t we talk about the simple things.
How hard it must be
to touch the knife which cuts the tomato?
Maybe no one will understand,
how truly fascinating this whole process is.

Why don’t we talk about the love that happens after 4 pm.
What an odd time?
Afternoon.
Or maybe even summer.
The rays of the sun are gently dancing on the ground.
While a leaf falls and changes the rhythm of the neighbor’s life.

A kiss is as simple as it gets,
but oh, the stories it creates.
The hearts that beat so loudly,
you can even hear them in Nebraska.
Such a far away kingdom, no?

And we still don’t talk about the basic things
that are hidden
in the cracks of the pavement,
on the streets we bravely walk on.
Step by step.
To a destination well-forgotten.