Vocation

What do you do?


Let me think,
And think a little bit more
Wait, a tad bit more
Because that is what I do
Think about things
Small and big
Important and vain
Think till every nerve brain heats up
And then I listen to John Denver
And sleep

And I look at your smile
Not the one on your lips
The one in your eyes,
I think our eyes
Are the thermometer
Screaming the temperature of our souls
And I am interested
In everything inside of you
So yeah that is what I do

And I talk
Not about the weather
Not about where you work
About what is important to me and you
And about my deepest fears
And my dearest memories
So you can talk about yours
And the next time we meet
The answer to ‘how are you’
Is not what it should be
But what it truly is

And I make up stories
On how the sun burns with jealousy everyday
Because I told him love the moon
( I lied ;) I like the sun too)
And how the flowers told me
The secrets of the bees
And how I saw the rainbow giggling
At the warm tickle of the rains
And how the dewdrops sing
New Melodies on my windowpane

And what else,

I used to walk slowly with my grandmother
Matching her pace
Re-living my childhood
When she did the same
And I like hearing my grandfather’s stories
Smitten by his enthusiasm
Over and over again
I like witnessing stories you see
And I stamp them with love
Send them straight to my heart

When the day is over
I make tea
And I smudge the days worries
With  cardomom and clove
And take the waft in
As if it all belonged to me
And if you come home
I shall always ask you for tea
Because it is not just a drink
It is a part of me.

And I travel ofcourse
In space and time
But most of the travel
I do in my mind....
And my soul is worn
And my feet are torn
But with a little love in my heart
I look for the unknown

So I do that and
Probably a little bit more
Thankyou for asking