In front of us, the jetty, which at the end
of the road from the bustle of the center
after the hills on the coast, protrudes into the sea
For us, no cemetery today, only the thought
of those we have buried and of the unknown
in the global grave of the sea
For us, the baker got up early, the tea has been picked
the house been built, where we will be guests for a week
under the clouds, the children of the sea
For us is life with its fruits, the rain we drink
and the gravity of everything, holding us together
outlined in the window frame around a holiday by the sea
Poem 2290 Amsterdam, 2019-06-21 All Soul's Day Collection:I am Keyword:Gratitude