Balloons sail above the sea
and in my mind I sail along
into the world, sailing over
flapping laundry
Our shadows glide
through the gate of the winds
breath of the sun and the moon
the whispering of secrets
Our shadows drift
over the sphinx, so that her
blind eyes seem to blink
at us for a moment
The hands of the clocks
on the towers also stand still
and then they **** forward
a little, around
Pranayama
--- Collection "WoofWoof"