READING THE ENGINES OF GOD

Laying on the white mat, beside

the coffee stains with a coffee mug,

reading about white arctic beaches

in pale sunlight as blue waters

come and the foam mingles with snow;

on the laptop running a lecture on the Silk

Road in East Iranian world. Balkh,

did Zarahustra ever exist? Kushanas,

Greco-Bactrians controlling crossings

from Afghanistan to Kashmir. White

mountains rising above green

pastures, snow under the blue

heaven in bright sunlight. World

in bright colours, and the crumbling

towers on that shore, the sound

of the sea, life rising

among the falling snow on wings,

and here, here tired electric light

and curtains before windows, sound

of coffee machine in the kitchen,

hum of cars from the road,

absence that drives to those

distant world through sounds

and words, escape, escape

this which is not life, this

existence to the myriad lives

opening, branching, reaching

to all directions through time

and space, multiplying, escaping

the confines of single lives.

30.04.2018