In atomic rain
Buddha goes on smiling at
the last butterfly

Ashes in the air
a bud opens
in the grey plant

deep inside you no more war

the first crocus
and even an old heart
beats faster

On a late spring day
the waters are wrinkling
with wings skimming over

Limitless blue sky—
knocking the heaven gate from a spacecraft
can I meet an alien?

Spring:
water and silence travels
to the sea

this deep hole—
my daughter’s small hand
lifts me out

Glittering
the voices of white cranes
erasing our memories

A mirage becomes
one of many
escaped horses

On that trunk I sat,
Seeing a bird in a trap,
I can not save it.

Drunk for the first time
The horizon is in
My feet

Here in the airport
Between here and there
Nothing is mine

Old age is freedom
The house key gets lost
You’re dwelling in chaos

butterfly’s wings—
dust rearranges itself
in a mosaic

ultrasound scan
I rearrange
my dreams

Diamond hills
Diamond lake
Diamond trap

Silent jellyfish
Towards the surface of its skin
The deep dark cold fjord

Dreaming a mirage
the skyscrapers of New York
are as they always were

spring evening
distant stars radiate
the light of memory

november’s moon—
childhood so far away
and my sister dead

Bach—
And more air
In the chest

Farewell to the sea.
Watercolours in the bag
of my heart.

secret mass grave
almost audible voices
from above

sick in bed—
the gap
between the curtains

Under the burning sun
Earthworms die
my words

The transitory life
just as a paper windmill
blown by the wind

When this cloud goes away
I am a wave
In the late autumn

without a farmhouse near each star

the milky way
putting three dots
at the very beginning