A clear sky, light wind,
antique curiosities, modern eyes.
A simple house with a little garden
and chairs to sit in and sip coffee
and look at the people
on the streets
as a cuckoo bird all the time.
I need nothing more.
I can’t wait to break
the wall of solitude.
I don’t want to be
a paper flower.
I want to go out,
blossom
and coordinate myself
with the world.