Monday, April 20, 2015


I have grown
Into something else
While remaining
The same boat
Of harbours and partings
Temporary homes

The intensity of waves
Shapes my seasons
Sometimes I set course
And drift into rivers
Landscapes overgrown
Between love and not love
That I choose to enter
Live in
Temporarily drown

Projections, desires,
Dreams, I imagine
Hailstorms in spring
To start something new
Extinguish all fires
Find a new harbour
Be partly reborn