Invisible

Traveling along the small trail in

Far north

The road keeps turning

This road

Were once used by the

German Vermacht

Built by the Germans

After they hunted all the

Islanders away

This is not a road but still a road

Overgrown by flowers and nettles

Like history itself more

Fiction than fact

But still underneath

The stones and gravels

Are there as well as some

Barbed wire

The Storm

Water filled the holes that dotted

The dirt road

The storm coming from an

Unexpected direction

Earlier this year

Took many of the trees

Creating a new landscape or

Maybe a monument, a dump

As symbol of the instability of the

Existence on this tiny island

In the far north

Morning Sun

Blistering heat, a never ending road

Dusty and stony

Disappearing in the distance

A relentless wind carries the noise

Of the city from afar

A country that is not mine

A road for strangers on the way

To salvation or condemnation

Being a non believer this is weird

Not my place, not my life

Still my choice

I rest my soul here in the dust

Of human grief and desires

Stony Roads

Travel without any aim or reason

Walking outside in the rain

Mile after mile

On stony roads from dawn to dusk

My feet’s are sour and the stench intense

The backpack heavy and the mind like a

Broken record

Still fighting on,

For the few moments of solitude

The Windy Road

The vision is not

Always clear

Especially at night

After not sleeping

But the road continues

Not always conscious

But still we aim moving

Forward to a place

Where thriving is more

Part of life

Than surviving

The Way, Camino

The long road, demands an explanation

A reason to walk the dusty path

Tired, long time after sunrise

Being inside the house that is crumbling

I watched the sun moving over the sky

Preparing to heal and reach the ocean

Still dreaming more than being awake

I opened the door

And left

The roads

I am so tired

The words are being taking out of my mouth

I cannot tell you the true story

I cannot tell you what to think

How to do it

There is a way

I know there is a way

Just do not know what way

To take

And it does not matter

Any way is a good way now

I do not see the end of the road

But I know it is there

Stones

The road is long

And full of stones

Hardly a road

Leading to unknown

We carry our heavy

Burden under

The sun,

Hoping one day

For realease

In the end

It all fades away

And we become

Part of the road