Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971

Moody

By Vladimir Huber

There are moments
when you feel,
like if life wasn’t worth it.
There are moments
when the green looks dark;
when the ocean is not there
and the birds
are just flying objects.
Even sunny days
don’t help you to find the light,
‘cause the light is not in the sun,
it is not around you.
It’s not you, either,
who makes the light go away,
but it might be you
who brings the light back