Our need

Gabriel

the earthenware angel

stands on the sill and blows –

he never gets tired

announcing good tidings,

and oh

we need him,

need his bright promises

beckoning, oh.

                                            27 January 2014

- Silke Heiss

Those with balls

The sheer cliffs

on either side of this hamlet

are embraced by slopes

velvety green like a billiard table.

The stakes are high

in this land,

there’s a mobbing of the brave,

intimidation of the ones with vision;

nobody knows the rules of the game,

no one knows how to play.

The sheer cliffs

embracing this hamlet

are clipped by slopes

velvety green like a billiard table –

unpredictable the path

of anyone who moves here,

unknown the fate

of those with balls.

I pray for them.

                                   2 February 2014

- Silke Heiss