TRIAL AT MÜNCHEN

Standing still, staring ahead.
White tiles, neutral light.
However, I knew all the time.
the translucent glass and the projected shadow;
the obvious movements, transparent soul.
Surreptitious, but hide we cannot.

I confess: I peeked, I wondered.
Old ways and old desires persist.
I really had to know.

- a witch trial, I must say-

Once I knew, I conquered;
Will and needs converged, old ways faded.
And smiling and proud, I left.

You, you, you.
No doubt, you.