Landscape writer 


First there is the horizon, from left to right.
Then describe the day, that starts uphill
over a twisting path between heaven and earth.
A landscape spawns from your pen and 
gradually increases in value,
till about noon. Then the ink has gone dry.

Every time, when the light falls from high,
the countdown starts and quietly everything reverts.
Just past the standstill appears the minute, 
and the striking of the clock returns to strength.
The sights have been set.

No view so close
like the fading memory sinking in wrinkled paper.
A field of clouds erases everything,
the afternoon delineates and comes to an end.
Silence makes its rounds.