It is one of
These days
When verses
Hunt me down
Like lions
Images
Silently slide
Through the
High grass of
My subconscious
Like snakes
My poetic mind
Flies over the
Savannah of
The day
An antelope
Free
Proud
Denying
All bonds
Ties or
Domestication
There is no
other way,
but to just go
without
parachutes,
safety belts,
travel cancellation insurance
or second thoughts,
for that matter,
because if
one thinks twice,
one remembers
steep falls,
crude crashes,
and how often
one got stuck
in hell without a return ticket.
So pack
all you assembled
over the years
in your survival kit
and, for once,
decide to be
daring,
because
real courage
lies in the disregard
of all experience
and the acceptance
of the fact
that you are dead
if you don’t move.
Serve love.
End the famine
Of indifference
And junk food
Encounters.
Ulrike Gerbig is a poet who lives and works in Germany.
Her collections, Every Woman’s Blues and Love in all the right places are from Lapwing Publications, Belfast.
Her work can be read in several magazines and e-zines like Hearts with Soul, ICP, London Art, The Poetry Kit Magazine, Photoaspects, Electric Acorn, Zygote in my Coffee, Pedestal Magazine, Dublin Quarterly, Voices, LitVision, Out of Order, Open Wide, Mouseion, Aestethica, and The Poetry Victims and in anthologies like Voices of Israel, 2004/2005 and In Our Own Words.
She was featured in Voices, Poetic Diversity, and the Poetry SuperHighway.