What to do with a coat

Nobody will fasten

A doll that children’s hands will not be holding

A lonely photograph

With nameless people

That will not remind of anyone

Glasses that will not fix the eyesight

Music that is locked in black records

There were so many of them

In little gestures

Repeated every morning

Old drapes blown away by the wind

Scarred wounds

Wrapped with wild plantain

Covered with dust

Life turned into escape

Under the sign of a star

I am looking for home

Is there a place on the map

Where being myself I will be at home

So foreign everywhere

Always out of suitcases

Instead of a ticket

I press a poem in my hand

Turmoil again and again

Chases away around the world

People are leaving

Death is a thorn after them

Father crucified by illness

Kept repeating: Happiness brings only kindness

He wrote it into our hearts

Mother binds days with bread

Bakes it before dawn

Home smells like love

In the morning I Cary in the bag

Golden loaves

Ordered by friends

They help to live with dignity

To buy coat for winter

Coal to heat the house

Only kindness

Keeps us alive

Look Father

In the eyes of a woman I saw

A little boy

Yesterday

She was putting him to sleep

Giving milk in the bottle

Checking for fever

Tomorrow

She will take cigarettes to jail

Her sentence continues

One cannot be freed from love