A single moment in a single day
Heavenly pity
Christ lifts the fiery ball
and takes it to his Father.
Tears wet the blood-red flames.
“They’ve love, there is no other.”
The question finally is did you really try?
Watching it go
But no,
it ain’t gonna happen!
Driver
Farmhouse nestled
In the night,
the field,
and the matrix of being
Passing train
Sounds of the station
The hum of engines, whoosh of escalators,
beeps of card readers, footsteps,
words (“Ik was een
motiveringsbrief aan het schrijven”),
and the wheels of the cart
of the man who’s going to clean
Uuuuuuu…
Leaving the station
Utrecht Journal 