I didn't even live by a river
yet again I stare into the distance
at nothing, at the water
that cannot choose either
where it ends up
over which toxic grounds
and prickly expectations
diluted, frozen or eaten
by a thousand kilometers of sun
Black wings of homesickness
grow on my shoulders
but I know I'm covered
by the lion of my duties
to people like me
who once left somewhere
dreaming, to learn
that there is no way back
to their youth
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 3:26 AM UTC
I didn't even live by a river
yet again I stare into the distance
at nothing, at the water
that cannot choose either
where it ends up
over which toxic grounds
and prickly expectations
diluted, frozen or eaten
by a thousand kilometers of sun
Black wings of homesickness
grow on my shoulders
but I know I'm covered
by the lion of my duties
to people like me
who once left somewhere
dreaming, to learn
that there is no way back
to their youth
"Le mal du pays" ("Homesickness", 1941, René Magritte)
Collection "Between where"
