Day 2435, look.

I just heard 
that they say
that we are all different

whereafter I thought
yeah
but there is still more of the same 
in all of us

Day 2430, upside-down.

Daily picture, Poetry

You eat everything you see
but only the same

now you lie heavy
down on your back
your eyes follow 
your hanging head
looking at the world 
upside down

Day 2399, last stare.

Daily picture, Haiku, Poetry

Is this my last stare?
End of my new beginning.
What brings tomorrow?

Day 2359, little kid.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The little kid in me
disappeared when I arrived 
for the first time 

I still see him
staring from a distant memory
triggered to hide
not from my stare
but a sudden movement 
unfamiliarity 

I slowly move away
as not to scare him 
for good

Day 2358, tactical.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Most of us can almost
see the labels 
tact on us
before we can struggle

Day 2357, look.

Day's pictures, Poetry

You looked at me 
with no clue what I was

I stood up
walked away
and you followed me
but only with that look

Day 2355, attached.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I've only listened to your inside
but I will recognize you
if I see you on the street

Day 2330, urge.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I give you something felt 
from my heart
love
in so many words

what

I know I felt it
maybe not the words
a need

is there difference

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Day 2324, changes.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I sometimes wonder 
if my mind my mood
changes color 
to hide
for me or for you
what I don't know 
or feel

Day 2048, our inner.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Slide film, 1996, Burgers’ zoo – Arnhem – the Netherlands

When I look at you

through all these past layers

I sometimes wonder

if I am still there

I had a girlfriend in 1996 who studied biology, and she often had to go to Burgers zoo to study the different apes there. I tried to tag along as often as possible. I am not sure if I ever met Frans de Waal, but he has written several well-known books, and I have read some of them. I met his mentor Jan Van Hoof who was a professor in Utrecht, where my girlfriend studied, and we also lived. It was fun to follow some of the lectures, but I am glad it was just for fun; she had to learn a lot.

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Day 1988, armless.

Daily picture

I like to look at the chickens in our garden. I like their behavior, they move like people do, but with no arms. They also move together, but don’t care for each other. Some wander off, but never to far. They act like they always starve, chasing sudden movements of a hand that points, in expectance. And most striking, they let it all go without care, even when they step in it, on their way back.