the wind and the rain come together as a storm
i take out flour, butter, sugar and an egg
which i prepared in advance for such a moment
one after one in the afternoon
i stir them into a cloud
and freeze it a little bit
to make sure it becomes solid
before being shaped
some pots fall on my balcony where
dirt, leaves, egg shells scatter everywhere
i collect them all with a cloth rag
and put them in a plastic bag
my table, my seat
and my green scene then stand
back in its order from chaos
i make a couple of coffee
and taste the cookies i've baken
how lovely the sunshine is
the breeze is gentle as well
throgh the gap between tree leaves
survive the Maggie i see
young boys play basketball happily
on the court
