photo by my cellphone

White dot, space, white dot space.

Fast and slow at the same time.

What a moving grace.

Some dots are spiraling down

Some just fly around.

Inbetween a window

Me in a silent room.

How strangley only to see

But not to be right there

Just in a building

with a wall of so thin

But it seems so far away

What weather is bringing.

Outside I feel alive

Outside I feel the thrive

Of all life and want to stay.

But I am inside and can’t

I am inside an banned - from this beauty.

But it’s okay

stitting on my booty and wait

until I can go out and be sure

I will feel great.