I didn’t do anything today. As if I didn’t have hands

I couldn’t get hold of anything.

Just spreading out and moving around documents

I couldn’t look into them. By themselves the papers fell

and made paper pushing sounds.

Firefighters failed to put out the forest fire.

The suspected arsonist couldn’t be apprehended.
I didn’t hear it at first. When I heard it, I didn’t know it.

It was the sound of a sheep crying. Faint, but

clearly a sheep crying.

Who set the sheep outside?

In the far-off bushes at the place where the houses stop

the sound of a sheep crying. The sheep couldn’t emerge from the bushes.

And yet the crying sound broke through the bushes.
Not able to go far, the crying sound fell around the bushes.

There was nothing in the housing area outside of houses. No one could open their windows.

No one could touch the burnt air.

The firefighters put the fire out.

An announcement was made. The fire is under control.

Everyone was told to lie face down so the fire wouldn’t come back to life.

Everyone was told to be careful.
Couldn’t sleep today. As if there’s no night

I couldn’t see the night. Yesterday’s brainwaves came through today and tangled.

I laid face down and listened to the sheep cry.

Spinning around in my ears

the crying sound fell back to the floor.

Who set the bushes outside?

In the housing area there was nothing outside of houses.