we love the world

we love the world

we viennese women would wash laundry
if we only knew where warm water could be found

what a stellar hour
m o m e n t u m
impossible to describe with words
words
not made for this
glimpses much more
a space of perception
between the senses
counter-sensory
delicate and soft
the landscape now forms
where the soul retreats into itself

“sweep your own doorstep”
strikes through my mind
a sudden jolt
how was it possible back then
to avoid enlisting?

a flood of images
images of floods

the star of hours circles the horizon
and i am sure

the world
loves us