A beautiful Day

A beautiful Day (1997)

The street is humming below my window.

Soft air comes in and touches my skin.

I have seen a new country today

and shared with friends a beautiful day.

Tired now I have a beer, a cigarette and enjoy

my own company. So many experiences - I do not know where to begin.

If I could sing there would be a song. I begin

to think in colours and sounds lately. My window

to the world has been words, always words. I used to enjoy

my ability of expressing everything. My skin

was breathing out letters. I didnt even have to speak. Every day

of my life has been a trail of organized thoughts. Now I am in sounds. Today

was silence. Now I am in colours. Today

was a luscious blue. I think I could begin

without words. I could breathe a poem into this departing day

for you to drink. You could look out your window,

see your street, and taste my skin.

I never want to speak again. What could one possibly enjoy

in being verbal. I talk a lot but I enjoy

being silent more. I love to say: I dont know. I dont want to know. Today

while visiting a new country, not knowing its language, my skin

was touched by the tenderness of quietude. You begin

to see things without the pressure to express them. A window

to a new world opens up. Quietude can really make my day.

We drove through unknown forests all day

long. I stared out into the woods and tried to inhale everything I saw. It was easy to enjoy

this beautiful land. The window

reflected my friends faces, depending on how the light fell. Today

was a poem. I felt in place. I think I will begin

to trust myself. I know what I want. My skin

tickles with joy. Everything is crystal clear. My skin

is directly connected to my inner voice. Every day

they communicate. They show me my pace, I will begin

to follow them. It is easy to enjoy

a luscious blue, silent drives though forests and over bridges. Did you cross a bridge today?

It is easy to look out a shady window

and see the skin of a day fall into nights’ hands,

then to begin to breathe a poem out that window.

Enjoy the hum of silent coolness - today.