What if (a post-scriptum)

The day after I saw the video of a polar bear and a husky, which inspired me to write the poem What if,
the most extraordinary thing happened to me.
I was walking home from a bus stop not long before midnight when suddenly a beautiful grown-up husky appeared before me as I was about to cut a corner. He seemed happy to find a living soul in the deserted
streets of Luxembourg and joyfully ran around me, having adopted me as a member of his pack.
I walked on, astonished. The dog minded his own business, but from time to time looked where I was going and followed me.

I came to our house, the dog was now on the little lawn before our block, chewing on something.
I knew I had to do something.
In a short while, an opportunity knocked as the dog rambled into a closed-off area designed for…walking dogs…
I ran to the door, closed it and ran up to my appartment where I excitedly told the story to my girlfriend.
We decided to call the dog asylum. My girlfriend said she would look up the number so I went back to the street to see what the dog was up to. It was nervously running around in the enclosure, kicking into the doors. Then a lady appeared with her own dog on a leash. We talked for a while and then she decided to take the dog with her for the night and call the dog asylum in the morning as, this being Luxembourg, they did not work during the night.
I went up to the flat, relieved, but still stunned.

In the morning, before I was to step out of our house into the treet, a thought flashed through my mind… What if the dog were still there, waiting for me, jumping happily about, wanting to play. I slowly opened the door, it was still dark, a light drizzle fell. There was not a living soul on the street. No sign of a happy silhouette in the distance, nothing. The door squeaked, our grumpy neighbour passed by, muttering something. The silence of the street, the rain, the darkness was almost unbearable…
I stood still for a while and then pulled my cap tightly over my ears, sighed and set off towards a bus stop from which a Eurobus would take me to work in my European institution.

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What if

What if you were a friendly husky
a happy dog of a good master
eager to play and full of joy
and me a giant polar bear
wild and free
but looking for attachment
wanting to prove there´s tenderness
in those giant paws

In the blinding light of the polar day
we would be drawn together
I would embrace you
with my gigantic arms
you would squeal with pleasure
and excitement
like a child on a merry-go-round
bit of fear, bit of awe
you would twist and shake
wanting to escape
and at the same time to stay
and wait for more

When the sun would set
behind the beautiful fjord
you would be called by your musher
and I would wait behind a
pile of snow
till the next day to meet you again
to see your silhouette
hopping happily
in the distance…

(inspired by a video)

I follow you

I follow you in your footsteps
You are ahead, smiling happily
Colours bouncing off the khaki trees
The sun has come out, the snow is melting

I lay down on your deck-chair while you dry your hair
You’re in the distance, smiling
I close my eyes, bathe in your warmth
The light has dimmed, the air is still

We lose track, you call my name
I jump out, wanting to assure you
You smile again, I melt
We embrace

Fireworks

She tried to take her life

XY (a well-known artist) tried to take her life, the news said bluntly.

As she herself informed on twitter (…), she first tried to take her life on
Thursday and then again on Sunday.
End of story.

The news was published in a widely distributed (I should rather say given away) morning
tabloid for commuters.

I imagine the morning crowd reading this short piece of news among those of rising petrol prices, January sales,
the car ads, not even noticing properly who the news is about.

Here it is, someone´s life´s tragedy reduced to four lines and published in the “fait divers” section.
Doesn´t she really deserve a little more respect?

Sunny morning, dimanche ensoleillé

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