Blue, blue sky
Lime green
Pine needles
Painted toenails
Ankle bracelet
No more than a g-string
A fence line to the woods
What would you want
With us in the woods
A sparrow, or let’s say
Its Ibizan equal
Sits on the wire
I am thirteen again
When to play in the woods
Was to play in the woods
No more to it than that
No hidden inventive
No subterfuge of any kind
I did not bring a towel
So this will not be easy
Soon the sweat beads will arrive
Soon the perspiration
Will dampen the paper
Also steam up the thoughts
Take the passions
To a higher place
To a hotter place
To that way of no being
I did not go beyond
Those 43 beads of sweat
Instead into the courtyard
To the breeze, to the light
To the love of life reflected
The water (to drink) is cold
The attendant keeps herself busy
It has taken me a couple of days
But I have now found
My spiritual home
Space
Space, tree
Space, tree, air
Music
Music, tree
Music, tree, air
Glass
Glass, tree
Glass, tree, air
Wall
Wall, tree
Wall, tree, air
Space, music, glass, wall
Tree
Tree, air
I walked
I walked within you
I chalked lines on the wall
For those days you were not there
I had hopes
High hopes within you
I could, in truth, not cope
Without you standing there
I saw light
Bright light within you
Yet, out of sight
You scared me by not being there
I had time
Time a plenty with you
Yet time so so slowly passed
With your absence still anywhere but there
Thunder
Right above us
Thunder
Ten miles or more away
Thunder
At the end of summer
Thunder
With slowed down music
Thirty-seven years
Of perpetual motion
Champagne at the ready
Corks popping
For my birthday girl
Also at the ready
White buildings
Clay tiled roofs
Early evening sunsets
Late on in life
In Ibiza
Among our fifteen minutes of fame
