my sister sleeps

meanwhile

the morning opens
her crystal eye
tired of dreaming
in vain

the snowfall collects
his flakes in
dutiful piles

(some singled stars
bump onto the drowsing
window glaze)

the sun succeeds
in fading
several times
and has a few
shining moments
to keep the balance

even

the orkan calls in
and manages
to go astray
on its way
back

the neighbourhood
may turn
malignant
any time

it pays
to gather strength
before waking
up

picture catching

yesterday a fish
swam onto my wall
to be exact
there were

         two of them

the upper one
caught my
attention

white and slender

the wall, also
white, stood
in the position
of a background
story

November sun
opened his eye
in mid afternoon
for a-while, the fish

immediately

caught the chance
the light provided

to jump

onto my wall, straight
to the point (no wasting
time on second
thoughts); the Sun

didn't stay awake
for too long, too faint
to keep the fish
alive (the other one

was half-created, anyway)

on the wall
my story is
writing itself while I am

waiting for the fish
to come back