I have been picking elderberries today,
beneath a sky of sun and clouds
thoughts swirling through my head
i see faces i saw last evening and night
hear words that were spoken
there are thoughts and images of love
and war, about a baby that was born in Syria today
about its mother
about insight and insanity...
and than while zipping the berries from there stems
there's rest, a peaceful mind and colour, nothing but colour
and the wind blowing through my hair
later in the kitchen i see tomorrow's full (blue) moon before i start stirring
slowly
and still a little later there is a kind of contentement
and some berries left on the tree for the birds