Palmengarten in Leipzig
By
the
lake
No
matter the route you choose for your Sunday walk
the
shore of the lake is always a stop on the way.
When
you approach
the
view widens gradually,
all
noise is softened, the voices of playing children,
the
twitter and occasional cries of birds.
You
pause and
draw in breath, the
train of your thoughts
comes
to a halt, you
enjoy
the fresher air
as
your
gaze wanders
across the
water
and rests
on
landmarks on
the opposite shore –
a pavilion,
a
majestic
tree
- is
finally drawn
to
the horizon, takes in the sky above
until
the
eye
is once more caught by the play
of
light and colours on the water´s surface
which
suddenly becomes transparent, opens
on
an underwater world that features
depths
of blue on
which white
clouds float freely,
cascades
of foliage all tumbling down.
Bright
blossoms sway gently, nod wisely on shades of green.
But
now, a
breeze has blown
ripples onto
the water.
The
edges of
objects are
blurred,
shapes wobble,
are
shaken,
and
colours
flow
together and
merge.
Your
gaze
is
cast
off
by the water´s surface, now obscure,
and
shivering you awake. The breeze has freshened.
You
turn away and resume your Sunday walk.
Gudrun
Rogge-Wiest, August 2019
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