The uninvited Guest
I closed the door to keep guests out
during the pandemic crisis
but there was already a guest,
called GIST, inside of you.
The medicine that you are taking to shrink the
malignant tumor is also taking away your
immune response that fights against the virus.
We have fallen into a new story.
Think of a day, too much to bear?
Think of an hour, still too much, darling?
Think of a minute, one moment at a time?
You are quietly searching for beautiful things,
mining the past, the old LPs and tapes,
restoring a vintage turn table,
embracing your wonderful analog self.
I sit by the window, feeling like a tree going nowhere,
longing to fly away with the clouds, seeing the kid
next door making a rainbow with chalk on the street.
Suddenly my thoughts take flight, bringing out
forgotten words from my memories,
making a rainbow with pen on the paper.