Day 2062, mist.
Day's pictures, PoetryPoetry
Day 2061, at the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I am aiming
after I crawled low to the ground
to hide
Day 2060, resting place.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On these white stones you can see the names
of all the unknown soldiers
Day 2057, outside.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we not all sitting in a cage
a cage made of used to’s and I cant’s
~
I open my bird’s cage every day
most of the time they choose to fly
for a little while
~
I think my cage has been opened
I sure have felt like I could fly forever
maybe it’s been open all the time
but to be honest
I never really dared to look for that little door
to my outside
Day 2054, skydiving.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I started falling far above the clouds
they came to me slowly then faster and faster
my hart started pounding
when I pretended
to hit the ground
Day 2053, movement.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stared in the distance
alone with my mind
when he disturbed
this stare
His mind was so narrow
that the light in-between
shivered
or was it just me
my mind
that tricked me
Day 2052, equator.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I lived on an island by the equator
where the weather was the same
every day the sun also set
just a car drive after dinner
~
it was paradise for us
the lucky few
seeing the sun set so fast
in a world that stood still
Day 2050, grandfather.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I only know my grandfather
through myself
he himself
never understood
his own
demons
only his silence
~
this silence was draped in front of me
on the table where I grew up
~
I only know my daemons
looking through this draped
veil
~
I see his silent shadow
behind it
it never left
it is where he lived
he is still there
sometimes looking
at me
like me
~
he never spoke
he never will
he never lived
his silence killed
before he died
Day 2048, our inner.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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.
Day 2047, beat it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the nineties
we were still dancing
~
I miss those days
Day 2046, leaning.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Try to lean
with the curves
on your travels
~
it feels frightening
but also good
when you make it
Day 2045, freeing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Water flows
like through a river
over rocks
in a bed
~
in a haste trapped air
bubbles form
and float
with a flow
~
freeing from
reaching surface
a conclusion
morning light
Day 2044, leap.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you go down
from great heights
feeling the rush
faster
and faster
~
your mind will slow down
and live
the impact
a thousand times
Day 2043, face me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Slide film, 1996, Olst
I saw you staring
as through half-open blinds
~
you didn’t want to face me
and it worked
Day 2040, uncertainty.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I looked up
and time stood still
just before
I wondered
if the sun appeared
or disappeared
~
I stretched this uncertainty
into eternity
for a moment
Day 2039, after death.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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