Small fragments                                                 of a light wind                                                     blowing away, fast 
of a slow storm, 
full of anxiety.                 

A hurricane spins
around as a typhoon
in my head until 
I fall like the
house of cards. 

I lie flat on 
the ground until 
it sinks away,
lower and lower,
and I with it… 

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01