Purification Poem by Thaddeus Thierisch

All at once:

The ice on the lake and violets on its shore,
Friendly eyes of a German Sheppard and
Empty bungalows glances,
A black woodpecker fly and
Frogs croak -
Everything goes together.


Memories and future plans,
Bench hardness and softness of wine,
Spring warmth of the sun and winter frost,
Emptiness and fullness,
Watching while slumbering.

A look to the Heavens:
And their marks are forming a cross
Planes are passing each other,
To which I nail my past.

Presently.

Let it not resurrect.