Four poems

I
Monday morning
My morning sleep is broken
The fog is still there
Outside they start to dig into the street
Renovating the wastewater piping
Their machinery makes noise at seven thirty

II
Today we shift the location of living
Summerhouse to city living
Drove our car fully loaded from west to east.
Leaving morning dew and a sea like a mirror
preferring the big city.

I started to think and lost control immediately
What is civilisation?
Where is the best place to live?
Where we are going
or where we were yesterday?

III
Whenever it is crowded and messy to be a human
I fly away using words and thoughts,
always at some distance above the ground.
My consciousness abandons me
extracts me from participating
in what is.

IV
She told me to set my goals
on a fair level
not where I thought I ought.
This advice, I have heard before
But kept it at a distant
Did not understand this advice
in my core.

She gave arguments
to support her advice
But I stopped her.
I heard what she said the first time
and was fully occupied
by taking it emotionally.
I do not need to be that ambitious
to feel good enough.