SPENDING AN EVENING BESIDE THE NURSING HOME

The world has ended, the world has ended for me,

yet this warm May evening

sitting on the bench in the sun

as the shadows lengthen,

drinking coffee

has its charm.

Yet the lost

are not far; thirty meters

and there they are,

in the buildings where their lives

in different ways

took their final paths.

I feel that there they are:

one in bed, another

working in another room

beside another bed, 

waiting. Waiting

for me to stand up,

walk fifty meters

to the main door,

go inside

and meet them.

If I stand

up,

if I stand

up

and walk

to that glass door

and open it,

If I

let my feet know the way

on those corridors

to them, then

I know,

I know

I am dead.

How I

wish I would

stand up

and walk

there.

19.05.2019