Dorothea-Buck-Park

In the morning still half asleep, on the leash the dog,
as he went alone
towards the highway,
where he met no one.
Loud yet to his ears
the deaf grey and nothing but sheet metal and concrete.
Before his feet
a sudden green,
and people faraway who greet the sky,
heard silence
as never so loud.
Two becomes one and
one becomes everything. Where else could one
find a park above the autobahn so still,
where noisy cars
driving below - on and on?!