A Deadline Again
by Sonja Bichsel
Again, I thought and watched a bird fly by my window wings open, striding towards the sky.
Again, I looked at my watch sand and sawdust dripping through my fingers and sticking to my skin like molasses.
Again, I found myself lost in a sentence not knowing where I had left the subject in relationship to the object.
Again, I opened the window following the swallows diving through midair in unexpected maneuvers catching fireflies and ladybugs.
Again, the phone didn’t ring. Again, the phone didn’t ring. Again, the phone didn’t ring.
Again, the silence of the phone not ringing grew louder.
Again, I didn’t know what to answer.
Again, I was looking for answers in the fridge between two bottles of milk a pack of butter and an empty freezer.
What was I looking for again?
Again, I listened to the song that had been playing three mornings again and again in never-ending loops.
Again, I looked at my watch, slowly growing impatient. No more time to loose, I jumped on my bike wheels spinning again and again and again and again until I couldn’t hear the again anymore and decided to move on
- again –
to another word.
Anyone care to join Sonja at the Dolder Grand in Zurich? I myself would love to go there…again!