I see things in a dream; in black and white, in white-hot greys.


Life does not ask if we are ready

With big, brawny shoulders
it muscles in on our affairs
and takes charge –
It does not politely doff its hat
and inquire after our well-being and
do we mind and by-the-way-how-are-the-kids?

Life does not ask if we are ready.


© Miriam Danar