Sun

The sun

It swells,

Everything stops in its brilliant light.

It touches every face,

The face of the lion that has not eaten,

Its hunger pains pull it forward

It jumps, its claws at the bark,

But its confused mind can not hold the sight still,

And the bird slips away.

The sun touches the face of the bird. 

The bird grabs the wind,

Grabs the wind with ruffled feathers, 

On it glides,

As if over glass.

Its beating shoulders take it to a pond.

A pond where sunlight turns mud to gold

A gold that shines until the darkness comes.

Out of the pond jumps a fish.

One after the other its scales go from green to gold.

The fish jumps for the fly, buzzing above the mirky water, 

Which is running from the bird which is chasing the fish.

And so they all meet under a golden ray.

A ray like the one that touches me now,

A ray so different from the one

A wire, stuck to the wall,

Sends to me,

Everyday