Human Tucks

To stroke the grass as if it were

The fur of a dormant animal

Wild as the earth is

To feel its sweat

Earth’s endless work

To bear with us

As we suck its body

Not yet angry enough

To spit its waters

Not yet angry enough

To shake its back

And blow its flames.

Not yet.

Thought 

I'm eating grapes

and reading books

In the heat of the summer.

Waiting for the autumn,

When grapes turn into wine

Books into thoughts,

This time into longing.

***

There comes a time

When clothes seem older

Than you are.

Some clothes wear days

You may not wish remember.

That’s why women hate ironing

Their own clothes.

They’d rather flat somebody else’s past.

That’s why women keep buying new clothes,

A continuous celebration of the future.

Future in the Past

She left nothing behind.

Only a future

Wrapped like a gift

Which he had forgotten

To open.

Walls

When a wall falls

Another one will appear

For it’s got to be two worlds

For its got to be fear

For it’s got to be unrest.

No one talks about it

But everyone knows 
it’s growing there
Somewhere

Despite drones

Despite clones

Despite virtual minds

There is always

A guy who's

 insane enough

with the will

And the power

To invisibly erect a wall.

Building walls 

is a highly mastered technique

Of the invisible people

Using materials which one cannot see.

Once done
Lucidity falls on every human mind

People on both sides

Can stare at it and wonder.

But then little can be done
The wall cannot be undone
Before another invisible wall
Starts to be planned and weaved.

Seasons

God created summer

for people to wander and meet.

And winter for people to think,

And to sit.

As for the other two,

They were meant for fussy people

To take their time

And get ready for whatever is

Next.