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