Only a rose for support

only a rose for support.

reaches for a support and finds

My hand

I feel dizzy. I do not fall asleep.

But I lie in bird feathers, cradled high in the void.

-HILDE DOMIN that closes the stable door in the evening. and hear the click of the latch

I want to feel the sand under my small hooves in the fleece of the reliable animals.

I close my eyes and wrap myself up in the fleece over the solid earth. like shimmering clouds in the moonlight of the softly parted sheep that

I buy myself a blanket of the softest wool on the outermost tip of the branch. like a nest in the wind my bed on the trapeze of feeling among the acrobats and birds

I set up a room for myself in the air