WOLKEN

today
the sky over Berlin
could not feel
any more familiar

the layers
of grey, white, and lead
only yesterday
i admired from above

run slowly
with stern
contempt
and cold indifference

how many
cloudy days
i loved
and hated

countless
bits of life
layered
before my eyes

time extends
backwards
seemingly
endless

how many
others
must be feeling this
too

are the swallows
already gone
or is it just
this heavy cape?

are the trees
already fading
leaves falling
or it’s just this greyness?

sometimes
they turn so dark
almost purple
about to sneeze

other times
they break
apart
and sunshine peeps in

i observe
their dance
with awe
and resentment

is my heart
really
this heavy
or is it just their fault?

my lust
for summer
for life
not yet satiated

weeps and yells
for them
silly Berlin clouds
unable to roar

flat
quiet
obedient almost
boring

i want to
force
myself
onto them

explain why
i feel done
with the city
through them

forgetting that
despite
their gravity
they are just vapour

are the clouds
over Berlin
particularly heavy
today

– or is it just my heart?