Almost 11.11
Leaves falling from the trees
I think of the mortality of people
I think of my dear aunt's life ending
I think of walking in my street
Noticing every little fence to sit on
I think of all the life, always passing
I think how the operation slowed me down
I think how my body is working so hard
To get through all that is done to it
The painkillers, the narcotics,
The preventive thrombosis injection
That left a black spot on my leg
Three new incisions in my belly
I think of my girl driving me over the cobblestones,
First to the hospital where my second
Daughter was born, then to the hospital
Where she, the first one, was born,
And how natural this whole strange composition felt
My mother and my daughter connected January 12th of 2013.
My daughter then having appendicitis, my mother a delir.
I made a choice in the following order
I sat by my daughter’s bedside first and stayed overnight,
Then I went to see my mother
It felt a logical turn that now it came to me
To make another circle while my grown-up baby girl
Was driving in the softest possible way
Through all the traffic, over the cobblestones
And I had foreseen something unknown but unfolding
Already carrying my phone cable
In my bag.