A Sparrow’s Wings

Eugen Mondbasis

I stood still for a week under a birch tree
I swayed in the wind and the rain
But I didn’t have the patience to stay

I have drunk from a tap, I’ve swum in a lake
I was diving with the whales when they sang
It’s hard to swim along without fins

I have hopped over a rock, ascended a hill
I’ve scaled a mountain in the early spring
to envy the sparrow for its wings

When I tried to lift off
I fell over my feet
I cursed out loud into the dark – but wait – we can speak

I sank to the floor digging into the core
Drifting in a red glowing roll
Staring at a hovering soul