go for a walk

sleep long, untill nine, nine in the morning.
Get up, all are still asleep, but for the locked out cat.
Who knows, it may be sleeping somewhere too.
all asleep.

The arms hurt, so do the shoulders.
Ten tonnes of rubble yesterday, finally out of the cellar and into a yellow skip parked out on the street.
It tells
The body is not used to that kind of work.

Enjoy the silence again, the peace and the quiet.
Just the clock ticking, still the french clock, horloge mêre, Mutteruhr, Masterclock.
Clock without slaves to drive or bells to ring.
Still, it looks nice.

And it is so quiet this Sunday morning.


Perhaps it would be good to go for a walk.