“What’s the time?”
“It’s 6:30 am!”
“Do you want to have coffee
“Well I have to leave 6:45 am.”
She still brewed coffee
But I had to leave.
“I do not wish to be late.
I left just in good time.
The driver of the bus 401 will
Not stop at any bus-stop
If nobody stands at the sign.
It happened before.
It’s OK today. Sunshine.
I have to recall our neighbour’s
“It should be sunny at Easter.
I agreed with her
But thinking of my stay in
I saw my surgeon in January
After the X-mas holidays.
She looked well and rested
And had a good time out
“I’m sorry I can only give you
A date for your op in April.”
“Fine with me. After all I’m not
She looked at me with concern.
“Recuperation time is longer
Than after the hip operation.”
“Six weeks,” she added.
“I’m OK with that.”
At least I’m in another mode
Of routine and could attend to
Writing and drawing. I thought.
That’s what my preferred activities
Since I have been barred from my
Original profession thru’ politics.
Except for Mrs IRA
Nobody else wanted to use my talents
For architectural work.
Unfortunately Mrs IRA had limited funds
And her so called ‘Schmuckschachterl’ –
Jewelry Box – weekend domicile
Could not be thus realized.
It was a good design
Contemp and minimalistic.
I’m on my way to ‘Heiligenstadt’ –
City of Saints –
On a splendid day like this
My thoughts fly to Athens.
At Handelskai station there’s an extensive
Milling to the Classical sounds of a
Interesting and besides calming down
Also culturally most important.
The trains come and go punctually
Today and the vistas are sharply defined
In the sunlit landscape around.
At this train the speakers announce
No stops at two stations
Traveling along the stretched out
It’s a short train ride.
Soon I walk out the KO-station with my
Two crutches fixed together with tape
My black holdall with my poetry
Drawing paper and pencils and felt pens
Some tee shirts for changing
And other stuff.