Meditation in the Vondelpark

The grass is still wet
around my mat
early in the morning
in the Vondelpark

under the high dome
of vapour trails through
the blue sky above the city --
the space of my mind

My sense of reality crackles
fiercely through it, igniting
fuses in my head and
my feeling to be me

splinters for an indefinite period --
the remaining time
of «unknown»
is unknown