Out of my reach, mossy steps
excite my imagination
A king died here
forgotten, he didn't leave
a spirit, perhaps a treasure
but one should break
everything down to find out
Indeed it goes like that
slowly, root by root, blade
by blade, drop by drop, rain
sun and frost, life, and death
That too is temporary, even though
overgrown, it takes a lot
of seasons to fall apart
and flush away into a new life
It is the normal tickle
in the skin of mother earth -
too short, not worth
the effort to lift
a cosmic finger
for a scratch
Poem 1736 Amsterdam, 2018-04-28 Courtyard of the Organparc Book "Maar geel en glanzend blijft het goud" ("Yet yellow and shining is the gold", 1981, Albert Alberts) Collection:On living on [2] Keyword:Decay Tribute to:Alberts, Albert