Poetry and Art

my pen rests softly on the ridged skin of my fingertips
and with effortless nudging, glides this black ink
such minute efforts carry me past Time’s demise
exuding me into
a whisper
a touch
a scream
and cake

I look at the moment held on smeared white page
and slip in between lines
jumping from curved letters to pillars of ‘i’
eating an ‘e’ and pointing to ‘f’
ink inking my tongue
I twirl and slide down ‘g’
is there a happier place
than to be in resting in the curves of ‘s’?

slip, I say, slip in between time
let the things collapse that holds nothing
surrender into the small spaces that whisper
dance
taste
see
and eat

I hear the caw of the crow, loud and barking
I see the bunny hopping in front my car, twice now
I feel the snow sticking to my nose, burning
it’s these letters and words that lose me into forever
and I remember what needs to be kept
it’s here that I find things, that bind me
from things missing, into blessings

Sportler vom Parkour-Freerunning- Team „The Black Runners” (TBR) in Breckerfeld. http://www.derwesten.de