Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves,
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men sprint in a race.
They shout for me to move.
I follow their quick groove.
Time has come to a standstill.
It’s time to leave this landfill.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
The view waits for me.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
Peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
To let the world come home to me.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue
To the top of the hill.
The view waits for me.
Only a few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the beauty.
The colors take my breath away.
A thin strip of light
Filtered by our minds.
Permission granted by our eyes
To selected sights and sounds.
A narrow keyhole to the universe.
Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy eyes
To shut out mankind’s lies.
The view fills my mind,
Soothes my soul,
Brings me inner peace.
The sweet aroma of flowers
Tingles my nose,
Draws me closer.
The sea air brushes my face,
Salts my skin,
Leaves cold footprints.
I’m running,
Eyes wide open,
Face to the sun.
I’m here
In the paradise
Of my imagination.
