And This Way It Is Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am spinning the globe, now,
and I am there where you, all over
the second directions of the world.

I can see which is small,
a good map will be enough,
and I am going with it as always.


with finger in every direction,
where I will be, willing well
from it, that the earth is turning


we are still,
in the same place.
we don't have a large range.

we are similar to the mime,
which is playing, not saying
we want to listen to ourselves


that if only to understand,
that a time for warm baths,
and the cool shower, is coming


still a bit, and we will look
for ourselves in the bed,
accustomed to the down pillow

and this will be reality...