Early but late

We arrived early.
Just minutes passed since we got that call.
A man was standing at the entrance.
It seems that he was waiting to show us in.
I bet he did not think we arrive that soon.
He hasn’t recognized us yet.
Once again we sounded the martin’s horn
and entered the driveway.
Jumping out of the ambulance car
everyone of us grabbed a bag.
We managed to pass the distance to the man in just some seconds.
Already with tons of questions about what happened as we approached him.
Then we came to a halt and calmed down.
We didn’t need to hurry that much.
Minutes passed as we just stood there.
He was not waiting for us.
Not waiting for anything anymore.
We could hardly see the spear through his chest that was keeping him upright.
– sanados


I was back to the old bridge.
A long forgotten bridge in the forest.
It was a railway bridge.
Now covered and hidden by grass and trees.
But what a beauty.
Rusty but strong.

I like heading out there.
Standing on the railing and looking down.
Down into a riverbed which dried out long ago.
I am there at least once a week.
Some urge always drags me there
to find some rest and some peace.
It is all so quiet there.
After some hours when I get back home I am thinking
“Another day on which I did not jump off the railing.”

– sanados