Impromptu

Poem resembling an improvisation

Scratch a nail on the keyboard, do it multiple times over, never stop
breathing in and out like a yogi or a yoga-teacher from one of those tapes
you never watched while sweating in 31 degrees

celsius

with a high humidity

Yawn, yawn again, for the night is falling, it rained suddenly some water drops

Scratch a nail on the keyboard, do it multiple times over, never stop
laughing at the birds in the sky as they clapped their wings in the wind
stunting free fall down in spirals squeaking their beaks open and shut

I play with the stars, putting lines in my head to pinpoint their starting point
watching the color of the sky at daybreak.


LC: 9