The city talks to me
Leaves me messages
I am here to revel in
Certain tags on a wall
A quote on the lamppost
Someone said it before
So I will not miss anything at all.
I keep my eyes wide open
Skimming in every direction
Daily surmise is that this art
Sent to me from there above.
The street is the canvas
Human behavior, the brush
And only the very few
Are smart enough to be imbued.
My city is adorned
Embraces me on wintry days
And enlightens
When it is only shadows that strays
Artists keep pointing out to me
It is because of what is left behind
That wonderful Zürich still bewilders me.
