Only now that I look out the window and see no canal with swans, paddlers and people on the terrace do I feel it is real and I am not a guest in this house with a staircase and a strange toilet Zoe is thinking of friends a different school after the holidays Coco sets urine-marks around the garden Slipsy is not allowed to go outside yet and we see ourselves in Nina, as a teenager you are away more and more often on your way to a house like this There's a lot to do we toast with old and new neighbours, toast to our happiness
Only the radio is still here the movers left my house, an interplace now a pause in the street There, the inner garden squirrels and tall trees Standing at the window, warmth on my face, in my clothes The room is nicer now swept, a sunny emptiness with a windowsill of music that I will take with me, in a little while