WAITING FOR A FRIEND
She is lost
and I am anxious
friends but
suddenly different
a new closeness
a glance
a touch
and now a brush
was it just by chance
Now we sit close
and tell each other our dreams

TO THE SEA

Little bird, little bird
what do you see
flying high above
to the sea
alone or in a pack
you move both
left and right
with the wind
at your back
up, down, back and forth
fly, fly, day, and night
the things you see
going out to the sea