The insights in my notebook
have become riddles, I remember
having had today's hazy thought
once before
but clearer, a revelation
that I immediately wrote down
and to catch it again
I've been walking for hours
sniffing for a trail
I walk along the niches-hut
of The Northern Lights through time
the sky turns orange again, the sea green
I keep flies out, I filter
the thoughts of the world
and stand still from time to time
to make sure
I am awake, ready -
my hand on pen and paper
Poem 2521 Amsterdam, 2019-11-29 4½ to 2½ million years ago, the sky was orange (due to a lot of carbon dioxide, with methane, nitrogen and sulfur dioxide) and the sea was green (due to a lot of iron) Café-restaurant The Northern Lights, Amsterdam Collection:The light of words Keyword:Insight