Jeden Tag ein neuer Tag . . . Every day a new day . . .
Been sorting thru old photos to print an album for my father. While entering the digital age have been leaving behind some people that haven’t gone with me into that world. And while going thru them realized just how much has happened that just went into some computer folder almost unnoticed.
Like this poem that I wrote on the plane to India, my first world trip, and who knew that it was going to take me almost a year to get back, and then leave again in 1995 to live overseas for good…
Abschied
von der Vergangenheit
vom Tag
von der Zukunft
von Leuten
Gesichtern
Augenblicken
Momenten
und doch bleiben
die Bilder
Gerüche
Abschied
jeden Tag
jede Sekunde
frisch betreten wir
immer dassselbe
Land unserer
Erinnerung
und Phantasie
from the pastfrom the dayfrom the futurefrom peoplefacesinstantsmoments
the imagesscents
every dayevery second
always the sameland of ourmemoryand imagination
…and even though it seems a lot is changing, doesn’t it seem like nothing actually changes but our point of view?
