I am starting a new notebook for questions that don’t need answers. How long does the snow stay on the branches of the rowan tree? "One way only" means a journey without a return ticket. Not back into the new conditions of disembodiment, storage, knowledge, and the frenzy of the internet. And where does the journey lead? Again and again: into nature - as if trees, meadows, and wide skies are precisely what one wants to remember about the world. Oh, how I wish to travel like that, with open eyes: not idealizing, no longer naive, yet still not without emotion. Not with grand words, but simply once - without a destination. Michael Krüger's new poems - far away and very close - speak with a familiar voice. They are statements on the way, from a journey into the open. If only the furious sobbing of the wind were not there, the truth would emerge.