DietmarSept2019

COMING BACK TO TOWN

Two months in the country near

Turns my world around me

Into a human sanctuary

In slow motion goes my life

The air so clear

I breathe

Sun and water rule the day

The lake’s surface mirrors sky and clouds

A pair of swans, a flock of coots

Are gliding silently their way

Like me

Not wild nor fast the river Ain

Flows gently to the Rhône

In August and July

In its bed one day

I want to die

Back in town the flow

Of cars, trucks and vans

Stopped at red traffic lights

Sweet acid city smell

I swerve electric scooters

On their mad dash course

The leaden sky

Hides the sun

Traffic noise hides the silence

People say that here is life