Woonkamerpoolen in de VrijMiBo
I've heard him coughing hard since four.
Sometime later, he's pulled his chair
across the floor to sit and watch
the sunrise, a half-filled cup of pitch-
thick coffee steadied on his thigh.
He doesn't say the light is gathering
in the eyes of children not yet born,
that dawn's the time to call the Lord,
before the whole world wants to. I've heard
both before. In the space he makes
for me against his chest I drift away
for what seems like years to me. I wake
into the life another day brings
and the heartbeat in my ears is deafening.
Prettig weekend. En be nice.