- simply time to live -

meanwhile,
the waves lick the sand,
giving generous pleasure
and wiping off traces,
prints of ponderous days.

and I lie,
wait,
contemplate.

meanwhile,
a seagull spots its prey,
as lovers kiss away their darkness,
kindly invited by the sun.

and I dream,
sit,
hesitate.

meanwhile,
there's a war
where young kids are called soldiers,
blinded by lies and dust.

and I try to gather strength;
do I reflect
or do I act?

meanwhile,
an old lady dies,
her gray hair, her ashes
are clouds in my eyes.

and I pause,
feel,
meditate.

until I finally find the words
that tell me to stop believing
that all is happening
while I'm watching,
passively dreaming,
in the meanwhile.