Dietmar1April2020

PERFUME AND COURAGE

Sitting in my springtime garden

Red tulips, violets and daffodils,

Primroses populating lawn and beds

Sweet gentle blossom's perfume

Fills my closed up little universe

Confined between my garden walls

I breathe that floral fragrance so delicate

That not the best parfumer in the world

Is able to create. It stuns my senses

Dazing me with its narcotic charm

And makes my thoughts flee from reality

To the outside world,

The brave old world without that virus

Where I am free to move,

Free, free to find an empty table

At the terrace café, free to stroll around

Aimlessly to watch, to buy, to laugh

In two, in three, with family and friends

And masks are just for Halloween and Carnival

No heroes any longer, these female cashiers

Demanding fidelity and credit card

Just hardworking ladies, minimum wage

Doctors, nurses just overworked as usual

From night and day shifts, no merit medal

Ever awarded for their daily courage?

Bird songs tear me from my dreams

A gentle springtime breeze brings back

The scent of my garden’s sweet perfume

And I feel good.

Dietmar March 2020