Words are like dancing nocturnal moths

I wake up in the middle of the night
The words fly towards me,
swirl around me
like moths
around a lantern
in a late summer night.

Disordered dance,
neither Jenka nor disco .

Possibly Square Dance:
I realize that to some extent
I can control the words
and their order
like the Caller:
Allemande Left;
Heads Promenade!

Confused, I write
a few lines
and go back to sleep.

In the morning
I discover silver dust
on my hands.

The delicate words
have colored my fingers.
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Angel on duty

Sunset West of CorfuYou may become an angel on duty for someone when you expect it least of all…

I was on my way to visit my grandmother and would just call her doorbell, when the door opposite of hers suddenly was opened by a very upset old lady.

– Did you see if the ambulance has arrived yet? I’m afraid my husband just died!

I went after her into the flat. He was sitting inanimate on a Windsor chair in the kitchen. Not a sign of breathing. According to her, he had already been sitting like this for more than five minutes. Although I had basic knowledge of artificial respiration, it felt more natural to support her.

She hugged me, hard and fast. Continue reading Angel on duty

Contemplating pathfinder

KraKra Creek Park (Dubai, May 2011)
KraKra Creek Park (Dubai, May 2011)
The trickiest thing about
finding your way in life

is not how to use map and compass,

and it is not to run fast enough
despite small wounds and pain in the feet.


The biggest hurdle is to realise
How easy life is,
as soon as you get it
that you’re the one
who draws both your map
and your reality!