© by Christine Fischer
Below, they ride a train – no skill
the “black hawk” rose by our own will
we´re swinging up, horizon met
and sail on, upside-down our heads.
despite the braker´s stern attempts
high in the air we´re growing wings,
invincible as we dare to be,
the pirates on this magic sea.
we´re laughing through the night of light,
resistance, sign of our might!
but at some point the movement stands
we loosen our clammy hands.