Evaporating


Water is gently blown against my windowpane,
sliding down, forming a tiny puddle.
I watch like a child, and with my fingers
trace the drops of rain on their journey.


The water will surrender life to evaporation.
I sometimes know my mind, like the water, is disappearing, reaching out in despair
to grab bits and pieces of me.

I realize at this moment my sanity is at stake,
as questions banging in my head need answering.
I am tossed about like a ball hitting the wall.
And then fear grips me.

Who am I?


Will anyone be able to tell me
where I have been and what I did today?
The words--the questions--grow fuzzy and fly away in the atmosphere before they can be uttered.


The next moment, sweet relief,
with no communication other than
a half-smile.
My mind, free, with no anxiety or tension.
So childlike and unconstrained to enjoy life.

Impressum

Texte: (c) Serena Axel 2011
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.05.2011

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