THE EYE

Open one eye only —

the horizon is in the closed eye.

Open the seashell —

no solitude will escape.

The stones on the riverbed drink up time,

the dead fish swim towards the sun.

Open one eye only.

The world is a young tree on a building site,

windows are rivers of our uncertainty.

Open the sky.

In my hands I keep a home —

a prayer room in a hospital garden.