My life


I do what I do gradually
without an inner background, yes, a childhood
and lots in-cold-blood- afterwards, but most
of it thin air, a walk on the beach with lines
of poetry on wave tops, for no reason, I'm not
filled with a genesis, no creator.
It's this or that, never this and that,
my life comes and goes, like cotton, grapes, meals,
comes and goes and eventually stays gone.