RIND
Behold the rind
of days gone by
What is left
of the light
where is the ship
that sailed us from
shore to shore
and where the sail
When did
the solar wind
die down
how long have
we lain still
Is it quite still
or is this racket
from outer space
the sound of holes
the echo of static.
© Tjitse
Hofman, 2001
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001