A timeless lecture

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A timeless lecture

It started with a sigh.

As always, my hands change

the pages of the past.

On Sunday, I look back 

at Saturday, when the farmer

takes care of the light in autumn.

A farmer has a title beyond our human race.

Soft, and slowly, I hesitated,

what I should say, then,

whenever you would listen,

more than ever.

I, who do not touch letters …

it is just an imaginary softened light,

in shades of shadows.

What should I move, in my whitest coat,

in a moment in which all colours are the same

around a face, it is a simple answer.

I cannot listen, I cannot hear, I cannot dream

while I come Home, looking in a sky 

with yellow, silver stars upon a moon.

Across the blue dark sky, I hear something,

I hear anything elsewhere … it is the sound

of a sort, a kind of bird, we used to call her a white owl.

The owl has eyes, a watch ticks a new song

in an easy book, where inside the letters 

change faces in a far, far removal of all loves.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 5, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10106886-i-do-not-take-the-whitest-stairs-but-i-walk

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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