Nests

Thoughts on nests

Nests

Seagulls at the harbor

on the Baltic Sea, on the North Sea

Seagulls that you must not feed

Seagulls that take everything

from people's garbage

or directly from the fish sandwich in hand

skillfully in a dive

Seagulls, indeed.

I saw her during a festival.

At the harbor, she heard wailing and screeching.

we moved on

they continued to complain

back at the harbor

suddenly quiet

But in the old town they are screaming

in every alley, every morning

now nothing but the cries of seagulls

Born by the sea, at home by the sea

Do I want to complain about this?

They chose the rooftops.

because it had become too noisy at the harbor

They screech louder than any alarm clock.

and they get on everyone's nerves

But seagulls, they are seagulls

Please do not feed them!

We simply forgot

to tell them

where they are not allowed to scream

and while we are still asleep

are they loud

Are they awake and speaking?

Speaking frankly to the people

with the cruise ships

with the flashing rides

with the fish sandwich holders

with the two-legged ones

on their stone nests

they have built a nest

What do they love about us?

that they stay?

I want to go to the sea

and the language of the gulls

understand and be free

Free

from closing the window

from birds

I want to spread my wings

and open all windows

Free

nests upon nests

Noise upon noise

Thought upon thought

Free

in the nest of sounds and thoughts.

July 24, 2025