1
It is summer still
and the wind touches
the lady-bug on my hand
It is mid-evening
I’m sitting quite simply
on the porch
2
It’s finally August:
No-one thinks of the dull ice
which, too, is
on its way –
And no one knows
why the wind sounds
the way it does
And it isn’t even necessary,
it isn’t needed
But the grass is needed
and the rain, the damned
rain, is needed
The slow worms are needed
for the soil
and us
3
The wind is there
and knows what it wants
to do with this evening
which simultaneously resembles
a twig of lilac
and a sheepdog’s nose
4
To borrow someone with the eyes
without knowing
Because behind the dark
darkness awaits
The grass has reached
its ultimate greenness
The waves shout their names,
the little answer
to the childishly big question
5
There are moments
when thoughts grope
like blind porcupines
over the stones
accustomed to waiting
in the mid-evening
I’m sitting
quite simply
on the porch