you are still paddling <br />in morning silence <br />but you are already slowly <br />unwinding wings <br />you are searching on the map <br /> <br />for the new way <br /> <br />because the old a way, <br />long time ago, <br />got bored for you <br />the checked finger <br />is drawing trails <br /> <br />in the angle you have the umbrella, <br /> <br />and your skis. <br />now, you are going down <br />where eyes will carry. <br />with unknown trail <br />undiscovered. <br /> <br />great discoverer <br /> <br />of the least little things <br />take the time for the wake up, <br />take the duvet down, <br />and open a window. <br />time for going flat<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-up-12/
