On an anonymous bench

The sun left the lockdown and came to visit

in this empty street

full of hope and will to restart naive.

My skin is pale but brave,

my brain never stopped jumping jolly

my hands impatient

Food hunt

I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.