Summing up the good things of the Polish Baltic Sea...

Bukowski,
I would have liked you with us
on the beach.

I should have invited you
to come
and sit at a nice desk
in the dunes facing the sea
with a box full of ice
and beer
at your side
watching us running
in amazed slowed down motion
up and down the beach.

Bukowski,
I think you would have liked
this.
finally
there were people
not hurting each other
celebrating
everything they see
and a good deal of things
that can't be seen
at all
as well.

Slowly getting drunk
you
would have joined us
in our childlike
laughter
wishing for less people
some hilarious dog
promenading past us
like an eight-legged
caravan
of ridiculous and festive
beastiality.

You
could have written down
all that our brains
preoccupied
with roaring carnevals
elaborate simplicity
failed to pour into
comprehensive words and sentences.

While we were
tripping
the universe was pinched
just for a few moments
of orchestral
silence
and a giant rock in
space
rolled over in
plangent cheerfulness
dragging
heaps of oceanic
clouds
burning
across a
sky full of mirrors.