On some days Poem by Jürgen Nendza

On some days



ON SOME DAYS it appears

like happiness, the shadow

that wanders through the room



above unfinished matters. Outside

the dress pattern of the trees

is full of a sense of possibilities.



We've been eating blueberries

from overgrown graves,

and no-one knows how much



time lapse is contained in one word.

The light synchronizes us with the whistle

of dolphins which can see hidden things.



I can see a flock of birds flying

from your skin and imagine

a rationalist wearing a sombrero.



Translated by Richard Martin

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