you are still paddling
in morning silence
but you are already slowly
unwinding wings
you are searching on the map
for the new way
because the old a way,
long time ago,
got bored for you
the checked finger
is drawing trails
in the angle you have the umbrella,
and your skis.
now, you are going down
where eyes will carry.
with unknown trail
undiscovered.
great discoverer
of the least little things
take the time for the wake up,
take the duvet down,
and open a window.
time for going flat
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-up-12/
