first light
sometimes I think that we live in the times
of violent love
I remember it from the time when I was young
when my thoughts were younger than now
when people held hands in the rain
I remember that back then
I was fighting in the hell of my youth
I remember it now
so I walk the roads
the urban heavens and crematories
of that youth
most of the time
the outsides are soaked in water
most of the time
you walk through days and hours
all dolled up in misery
ever without light
but sometimes you are lucky
and when it greets you
when it flaps its wings like a big bird
your head does not know how to handle it
the good face, the lean, dark eyes
the sweetness
you do not know how to look at it
how to eat with that good mouth
your hands get almost lost on the sidewalk
it’s like coming back to church after many years
of hiding
today
I looked at him thinking
that after two hundred years of darkness
he is my first sun
Thank you for coming to read me — you can help me to write more if you like.
