Ane Brun

I fell down in that hole again
I am a lump of gelly I am a dead fish
I look up at the blue sky
And I know that it?s just a temporary dive
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while looking at the sun
Sitting on the cold dirt floor
I want to finish
the counting of days on the walls
I build a ladder from broken wish bones
And square-shaped stones