Rainer Bruno Zimmer

Adam, where art thou?

The window: a glass wall

down to the floor,

aligned to the facade.

Behind it the gaping abyss.

Keep a safe distance.

And at the world's end?

No wall.

Keep a much greater distance?

Existential fear?

How far from blessedness!

Sure, some day,

my world will come to an end.

But until then:

Whenever I move my foot

beyond the rim,

there grows, under my step,

new firm ground.