A talk over dinner
By 也木
In the bubble we live; we are the sisters of Mermaids
Sea, Mama: Humans in you are like salt ——
What makes you all-mighty also brings bitter.
In pain, we swim inside your uterus; for unborn infants how suffering.
But what captures pain are the fresh wounds.
With the bubbling water we sit,
checking out the bumping sound a street kid made
Ah, human created that sound like the universe shooting out stars;
––– Some fall, in a way to reborn.
The grind for coffee beans makes a good coffee;
The grind for humans makes a generation mature.
Today, God is not invited because we didn’t prepare his meal.
But in the embrace he sneaked in. Declaring its presence by healing.
8.27 in Ludwigshafen