In which we remember remember the 5-7-5th of November.

                

            nature's escapade
            cement seed awaits its chance

            springs through to fall, falls

far-off ballots cast
newspaper read, writes no blues
once more with feeling

 

           smell that pakora
           whiff of worlds colliding, paints
           my cultured tummy

morning bright surprise
rays a-wooshing down the tracks
what's this shiny stuff?

 

 

                         chocolate temple steps

                         hurried legs oblivious

                         hidden sweets for feet

 

remember when-- and
we were all glowing, going
footsteps through seasons

           cold November mist
           breathes that old migration song
           beats 'neath bending wings

groovy hue highlights
welcome to Primary Street
(dress code not enforced)

           once more o're the bridge
           Binnenalster slams the eyes
           Hamburg u so fine

leafless jigsaw and
sunless silhouette, searching
for the missing piece

           feeding feathered beasts
           squawk of thanks-- or was it greed?
           watch your fingers, Gran

 

 

marketing at best
strong and sexy takes the cake
another slice, please

           sidewalk shadows stretch
           with whimsy in their darkness
           alight in the night

Important in light of recent events:

"Silence is sometimes the best thing to do — holding a hand, hugging somebody. [...] I say, 'Don't say anything. Just hold their hand. Hold them. Hug them and just stay around for an hour or so in silence and just be there.' That's what we need at times like this, an affirmation of the sacredness of life."

 

In which springtime in Germany has 17 syllables.

ZO! The truth is, I'm back in Deutschland and suddenly working 40+ hours a week at a translation company. Visa is good 'til December and counting. My routine for the past week has included working, coming home in the evening, sleepily eating spinach, and giving up on being awake. Rinse, reuse, repeat. In the past couple days I've stretched my awakeness potential by getting back to salsaing and putting together this blogpost. I'd be happy to share more updates about LIFE and all with those who ask.

In the meantime, a thunderstorm pummelled this fair city today and demolished summer as we know it. Proof: I left for work this morning, strolling to the S-Bahn with golden light tickling at my eyeballs. I came home from work this evening amidst windy, gray coolness and browning leaves blustering in the air and mooshing under my feet. All visuals aside, it smelled like fall, and that was most telling of all.

What a perfect time for a slice of rhubarb pie! By which I mean, happy springtime photos, the following of which were taken in the sinking, medieval city of Lüneburg and in cute, little Detmold and its surrounding countryside. In April and May. And it's a long, long time from May to December, and the days grow short when you reach September.

And do you know what else is short? Haiku.


                          something old, and then
                          new, borrowed, blue-- a timeless
                          juxtaposition
 

 

bloom, Blumen, rock that
consuming sun and wall space
eyeing yum kapow

 

 

                          punkster, lean on me
                          wir tanzen, tanzen, tanzen
                          'til all falls down, love
 

 

German safari
lonely limbs, necks stiffly stretch
will you be my friend?

 

 

           come here, little bird
           still-life under swanny clouds
           we be tanzen, too
 

pillars like morals
look strong, steadfast, straight and true
but slowly sinking
 

 

           trees reverse strip-tease
           slowly donning greenery
           Hermann-cat sees all

 

 

oh, Fachwerkhäuser
flaunt those geometric beams
the camera loves you
 

          



           bloomability
           lions, they are so dandy
           n'it was all yellow
 

 

5 o'clock shadows
the world grows softer, gentler
oh, the irony

 

 

           muggamuggamug
           squishysquishynoseysquish
           sure do love my mom