Auf Wiedersehen

my compass

points north

vanilla sky

I

am long gone

travel

with the sun.

behalte mich lieb

Möltenort

Printed houses

on the harbour

where I stand to watch

smoke freezing

in December air

I listen to the pattern of the day,

the bells of the cyclists,

the Stena on the way to Sweden,

not enough cars for a weekday

I take off my gloves

dip my hand

in the waves

oil on the surface, shimmering rainbow

a fish is swimming between lilac and blue

upside down

Meertag

Next to the light-house
a seagull hovers
in the salty mist
painted waves
Baltic breath