Escaping Bonn

Sometimes a boy, a girl,
with too much imagination
or too much despair,
looks for an escape,
a bolt hole, digs a tunnel,
finds a dot, an opening,
a moment in time.
Takes it, shapes it,
big enough for one,
too small for another.
There is an odd safety in retreat.

A miracle to manage.
It is not how you get out that matters.
It is what you do next.

—for Herr Beethoven