Just Letting You Know I'm Unharmed Poem by Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter

Nameless trees fallen along the cycle path bear their last blossom,
as if cut for a vase. But once at home bulky, almost ridiculous.
That's what you get if you want to own everything.

While the bombs are descending on Mariupol I show you
the progress of the seedbed by google-share. Look, it's going fast already.
Forget-me-nots are the new weeds, shallow rooting.

All those fencing screens - it shouldn't seem like everything and everyone is replaceable -
The airspace between us is still accessible, satellites do their work,
obediently, without clashing. I know, you would rather have seen it with your own eyes

I celebrate this clandestine kind of spring with cold coffee
in the flowery shelters of my imagination. How pretty normal everything can be, if you really want it.
Neighbour women I truly appreciate clean doors, and windows.