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.
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.