As If Nothing Happened
In the park outside the hospital I collect what is
luminous yellow and red.
I take it home in my pupil, see how the walls
are stained by the luminance.
Quite close by there´s a closed ward
where someone is still throwing himself against the wall.
Also in my dream the caretaker, an intellectual, has
locked himself in.
Many of those who are staying here believe we will not
survive the winter.
I show them my herbarium, where I have pressed
some very small human beings.
They´re for a rainy day, someone opines. They go back
to what they were doing, as if nothing happened.