My mind is sloshing in an empty brain,
Forgotten jokes rising to the surface.
Unbidden tears rising in my eyes,
Unbound, unconnected and unclear,
There is no sadness – maybe loss and mourning
But then for whom or what?
I am confused.
I wade through rain and waters of Berlin,
My mind precedes the tower of Babel –
It grasps the meaning, but discards the form.
The language spoken is of no importance
And does not register or muddy
The waters – deep and murky as they are,
With lurking Moray eels and tiny spiders
Who build a home from the air bubbles,
All light and sparkle, lightness and the beauty
Supported by a web of finest silk,
A bubble dance distorting space and vision,
Concealing occupant, revealing truth…
I wander through a half-imagined city
Of memories and loss and expectations
With long-forgotten, longed for sense of lightness.
This, too, shall pass.
It’s time to gather stones.
