Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
In my left 3 hands
I have seen, by the wind of airs,
a new idea in my hometown,
between a village and the sky.
I have heard, a fairytale in all fairytales,
where the early bird had eaten
all bread, before they arrived!
I have listened, in 2 hands,
a small little tiny tale to be left,
in past or present.
I saw them, all going in the fog,
as music on waves,
without coast or clear sight
I saw them, a vision of 16 years,
going into 17 years ages,
slowly, the past was closing but behind,
a silent writer believed in the speed of light.
In the fields, no silence is music
the path is a walk behind, I must say,
I lost the way,
when the Light finally appeared to shine,
shine a small tiny precious heart out of the sky,
it was fallen out of my sight, in a deep lost
forgotten piece of letters, the numbers were there
and I knew, just knew, the left thumb healed
for ages and ages!
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
December 26, 2019
© 2019 Petra Hermans
Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans