Silent and obscure,
Creeping under the bush,
Growing,
Gathering force,
...
I stood there waiting
for a gap in the traffic
to cross the highway.
...
We went round the city
made of colourful picture cards.
All around us innumerable dreamy bubbles
with their little rainbows
...
I was not there
when the lilacs bloomed
wriggling in the slime
feeding them with the goodness of the earth.
...
Blessed are we
That we are not
Among those tossing in the sea
In little dinghies
...