The Sky In a Cage

I take my life too tragically
I said to myself
I better walk barefooted on the grass
to feel my roots close to me again
I think the sun has got roots too
sometimes we hug secretly in the underground
in the night I can hear his voice wailing
before being swallowed by darkness
I let him inside me and he enters like in a hollow

when I go walking I forget myself at home
I clean I sweep the clouds I wet the flowers of goodness
I keep them locked in a cage
I haven`t got a bird for a long time
it flew away taking my sky away with it

I see no swamp only white waterlilies floating above
everything inside me in a silence like the silence of clouds
when they look around pointlessly from up there
and I walk by

I walk and smile like I am taking a picture
I want to look happy
actually happiness is just a detail on our lips

I think then kneel
I pray that this smiling picture lasts
and then
when I will no longer be
a living picture shall remain
beyond the dead one
a thoughtless picture

I check for the sky to be in its place
then I step dignified on the ground
the red cicada inside me started singing