Long before I watch the yellow colours unfold

in the morning sky

yesterday’s rain seeps in through the door and

crawl on the bed.

 

A little cold, a little wet – and I awake

from an unfinished sleep.

 

I shake off those waters, that past that binds-

but it follows me like a faithful friend.

 

I know of no trick or ruse,

I run and it runs behind.

 

Then

the sky outside calls out and I watch

the horizon light up slowly, first.

 

And what is behind rushes past me

and noiselessly glides into the sky.

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