in the night: the black cat yawns, and so do I

once again: I worried too much
once again: I am blessed with good things

but the thing that can't be cured or helped in any way;
longing for and waiting for;

is only to be withstood

-- it's a matter of waiting

so I go to bed.
sleeping sets one's mind of things...

packed but not prepared

I'm expecting to wake up any minute now...
for I know nervingly well
that I'm not ready

not ready to go
not ready to leave
not ready to start
not willing to dazzle & charm

but I'm going, I'm taken away
tomorrow at noon