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