We all here
Huge and small
Float on waves in a
Rubber dingy
Guided by the personal
Attention
Of dedicated physio gurus
Young sinewy therapists
Who take an interest
In our health.
Between the healing waters
Of spas in Baden
Bubbling from 14 springs
Wafts of sulphuric scents
Seem to enhance the trail
To a new life
That’s still in the heart of
The beast
Awareness of body and soul
As long as the brain is cleared
Thru’ Sufi exercises
Sharp like the blue-wooded
Mountain
That rises behind Rauhenstein’s
Tower
Its ruin defined with a knife’s
Sharpness in the morning sun.
In the seat of Austrian’s Imperial
Power
A Muse rambles about her
Literary essay.
Life continues taking us with
Centrifugal forces
However hard we fight to keep
Our precious individuality.
Hope.epoH
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ZJG-POetry’18.