Today we can walk in the garden
and look at the pirate ship-den
which has driven onto shore a week ago.
It stuck itself to the garden fence
with a little help.
Around the den, the children can
pick an orchestra of dandelions.
Black clouds of quarrels,
suspicions of diagnoses vanish in spring grass
with a psychedelic yellow show.
God shines beyond
any interpretation of my life.
Jesus went on some sort of a hallucinating skiing trip this day
two thousand years ago,
while me and my family decided to descend
to magnificent Djursland
almost 3 years ago.