Concrete Poetry - in five shots

A German woman in the middle of the desert.

Her suitcase, an umbrella, high heals,
And a fashionable yellow swimming cap.

The suitcase is heavy and the mountains are big and naked.
She climbs towards the top.

At the top, there is wind, and the sea, and silence all around.

She can see it all; 360 degrees of fracture.
She knows she is here, but doesn't know why.

© 2007 Ruth Oppenheim