When a rockslide traps the fish –
little fish in a little pool –
the fish swim ’round and ’round
and ’round and ’round and ’round
Monthly Archives: June 2017
Deventer
Vanishing point at Utrecht Centraal
What would happen when I close my eyes and do
Sometimes while walking I close my eyes
and fall into the sun-
shine that would catch me
(it’s so warm) were I to fall
and I do
and it does
Justice
Medicine for the burglar
I was surprised to hear a doctor in Holland
say
he keeps a knife and club by his bed.
What he will if necessary do,
I’ll not want to know.
But that the world is big
and the night long
is,
as the burglar will see,
indisputable.
Two arrests in twelve hours
One outside, one inside
the station. One at night,
one in the morning.
One shouting, one not.
One man watching,
sick with his belly in a hole.
Who will live here?
This morning the morning more rural
This morning the morning more rural
passed by – cows, grace, grass
and wire –
sun and all that nothing
to do, so I did it (in lieu)
What if it’s not God?
