Eine Rehabilitandin, die kürzlich auf Föhr war, sandte mir dies: Be alive

Waves, reflecting the sky inside me
Softly rolling towards my eyes and my soul
Seagulls daring what I still refuse
– they tell me good-bye

Little birds happily dancing
across the stones at my feet

Enjoying the moment when horizons fade into the sea under the cloudy eyes of the sun
Nothing more that we can do
But be alive