I am not much more heartbroken than usual
That’s not why I’m more quiet
This is not a poem
I am busy these days, moving
Moving my belongings and my life not only to a new city,
But across national borders and a sea.
These little birds that usually fly around my head,
And whisper their poems into my ears,
Are annoyed by me
Annoyed by me running, and packing and planning,
And so they did sit down on the branches of the cherry tree,
That is so much better company these days than I am,
They relax, enjoy the scent of the blossoms,
And wait for me to return to a more poetic mindset.
And maybe this is a poem after all…
© AngelikaJahn 2012