There is a boulder

in the middle of the road --


there is a boulder.

Not the way it is,

only the way it happens –


my life is okay.

I met Sharon, walked

her along unknown canals --


with bikes everywhere.

People like to talk

about the required signposts --


but who is going?

Our view from the train:

I ride away from the past --


she heads the future.

We are on the way,

and we know well: not one road --


leads to an end point.

Downstream, three buckets

of mayonnaise are sailing --


along with our boat.

There are just no ways

to our goals, we hesitate --


and saunter about.

Don't go anywhere,

there is a Way, you just walk --


That's living your life.

From the river, forest everywhere
with yellow knights, turkey tails
and white-bearded trees

Sometimes there is a silence
and I hear the treecreeper
here and there a stone

which is described
on the map of this area
a map that is not a map

but a summary
of intersections, bridges
and solitary trees

Tonight I will rest
in an easy chair
that important invention

after the folding chair, the tilting chair
the swivel chair and the wheelchair
luckily I'm whole inside

not shaken in a coach
with suspension
fit for a rest day

for considerations
about my journey and the world
accepts the outcome