My last motif is the window. A gateway to lives and people, 

to all that exists in fragmentation. , 

An endless sea, and the infinite sky that overhangs and follows,

and me like a tired carpenter,

mending, replacing,

putting together

the broken parts.

to not let the deluge break into me.

Filling in the gaps with stitches.

I keep myself busy

because one day they are to come through the window

the sky and the sea

I am indecisive whether to let them in

or barricade 

my precarious fragile existence.

On a calm rainy day it changes. 

The wall between me and the world is sawed off. 

The sea and the sky invade,

unannounced.