The sunny winter morn‘
Diamond glitter on snow fields
Tracks of feet and animals
Along rows and rows of black
Vines with supporting arms
Of poles and tension wires
For the local viniculture.
Shadows lie like sharp drawn
Lines on the land’s white paper
Endlessness of flatland ends
On a band of blue mountains
Mirrored on sharp polished
Lenses by Zeiss within one’s
Own eyes.
You slip on a piece of ice glaze
Across the end of a path –
The body hits the steely asphalt
Your thoughts shatter into
Smithereens
Something concusses you
Air forced out of your lungs
You recall the thermos bottle
That hit’s your torso’s supine
And stretched out lie.
You gasp. Gasp. Gasp and turn
Sideways regroup your senses
A stone fallen from the skies.
Since then you feel tired
Your head hurts
But you’ll recover
Breathing deeply.
RECOVER.REVOCER
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
