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
To do (one or two at least)
Feed the hungry
Give drink to the thirsty
Clothe the naked
Shelter the homeless
Visit the sick
Visit the imprisoned
Bury the dead
Instruct the ignorant
Counsel the doubtful
Admonish sinners
Bear wrongs patiently
Forgive offences willingly
Comfort the afflicted
Pray for the living and the dead
In January
The sun lies
sluggishly in doubt
Corner cross
Flock after flock
The clouds go one way, the birds another
Utrecht Journal 