take a picture
make a flower
wake a dog
chant a rhyme
plant a tree
grant a wish
smell a breeze
repel a weed
tell a tale
steam a meal
esteem a field
dream a cloud
create a thing
rate a herb
bait a herring
take a picture
make a flower
wake a dog
chant a rhyme
plant a tree
grant a wish
smell a breeze
repel a weed
tell a tale
steam a meal
esteem a field
dream a cloud
create a thing
rate a herb
bait a herring
at the faintest sound
ready to freeze
at the tiniest glimpse
ready to run
at the slightest touch
ready to fight
every fiber in the body
prepared for survival
ready all the time
prepared for every occasion
still building up the tautness
still tightening more and more
never feeling any of the tension
never sensing the strain
until the tiny cracks appear
and the muscles tear apart
a burning sensation
a lack of strength
everything tumbling down
everything breaking apart
no energy left
just endless rest
too bright
too dim
too loud
too noisy
too pungent
too fragrant
too bland
too savory
too hot
too cold
too tight
too loose
too crowded
too cramped
too much sensory input
every day
do you want to come
on a journey with me?
to barren lands
floating islands
shadowed people
long legged, stalking animals
a lot of beans
and crutches
forgetting time
and space
just being in the moment
enjoying the beauty of eternity
too have a look at the future
forgetting the past
realising it is all just an illusion
a trick of the mind
ungraspable
and yet as real as you and me
It starts drilling holes in concrete
The drilling is very loud and noisy
You put in ear plugs
They lessen the noise
The construction site starts working on metal
The smell is awful and stings the nose
Your defense is lowered
You close the window
The smell subsides
The noise can still be heard
The construction site continues its
barrage for hours on end
You can’t take no more and succumb
to the onslaught on your senses
You feel your energy completely depleted
and need to rest, unable to do anything else
for the remainder of the day …
to feel myself I need to touch myself
to touch myself I need to have a body
to have a body means to take care of it
to take care of it is a hassle
some days
looking inside
unwinding the brain
picking apart
eyes watching
ears hearing
nose smelling
tongue tasting
fingers touching
where do they begin?
where do they end?
the ethical considerations
the moral obligations
bright lights
reflecting from every surface
hurting the eyes
loud noises
buzzing from every speaker
ringing in the ears
funny smells
wafting from every door
stinging in the nose
many people
hustling all over the place
bumping in the shoulder
unpleasantness
thy name is
shopping centre