A Poem--Dream of the Uninterrupted Moss

I've been looking at some of my old poems--so wanted to post this one today--the resilience of people despite unbearable hardship.


I remember holding on to words
spoken in cafes now closed to us.

The words live inside my blue delft breakfast plate
along the river Ijissle
in the white chrysanthemums

in the peculiar innocence
of chaos.

In a little tin are my last cookies.

Next door a boy is born
and lives in a drawer.

My paper supplies dwindle,
but I could give up words.

The sky is always ours
even though we are crowded together.

Someday, I will walk across the world.

For Anne Frank and Etty Hillesum
Published by Blue Light Press(The Houses are Covered in Sound)