A bird clock

i walk slower
today
than yesterday

i went slower
yesterday
than the day before

i haven’t had a look at the clock for a month
i count birds instead

one and it’s one o’clock
two and it’s two o’clock
three and it’s noon

it has changed
running slow
around and around and around

i’m nearly becoming a timeless woman
a loner
a living room loafer

there are dolphins in the canal
there are penguins on telly
there is no paper on the shelves and the mountains are visible

not every one can afford the nature
said the money man and polished his watch
yet every one turns into soil

(there’s a council for tranquility now)
(there’s a council for soap now)
(there’s a council for time now)
(there’s a council for hand sanitizer now)
(there’s a council for 2 metres now)
(there’s a council for gatherings now)
(there’s a council for fake information now)
(there’s a council for real information now)
(there’s a council for people traveling domestically now)
(there’s a council for touch now)
(there’s a council for hugs now)
(there’s a council for change now)

i connected my head
to the head in the ground
and the head became a red net
and the red net became understanding and feeling
sensitive, light, enchanting, powerful
and disappeared little by little
i had to do this again and again
to connect
to renew
between the red threads

in the meshes of the net
there was nothing and silence
and brightness

white

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