In The Air

Wave after wave
we hold hands
after wave
after wave
after
our hanging arms
a chain bridge.

Don’t let go
you say
your fingers are wet
you say
your fingers slippery
slippery.

Your fingers in mine.

Don’t let go
you cry.

The way down is long the air thin the see deep
deeeeeeeeeeeep
the bridge far
far
far away.

Can you hear me?

Erlangen, September 2021