Willkommen in der Blogosphere

Another country. A different language. A map says You Are Here.
A sign says Willkommen in der Blogosphere.


Here I am, an embedded observer at my oeuvre in my own atelier in a loft
Looking down on the city, no, the town, no, the village, no, the croft.


March, Bern, Helvetiaplatz, the Aare. On the first leg
Of the Wanderweg.


Shake a leg, it’s nearly half past three!
Time to go out again on Wege zu Klee.


On the Rundgang, going through the motions, I imagine Klee out for a lunchtime jog
With an Ohrwurm that won’t go away: Walking the Dog.