The sea had withdrawn.
Dawn over the water far away.
And sea and I both waited.
Sunlight started shining,
Some items appeared lying in the sand.
‘Messages’ a seagull cried.
I waited again
And then began walking.
What message could there be?
The last days had been full
Of symbols, of signs. Why
Would they really mean anything?
I found two balloons, blue and a pink,
filled with water I let out
and put them in my pocket.
At least no bird would eat them.
Life goes on. Children go on. Go on.
I found an empty cigar box,
Message: ‘smoking is lethal’ (I don’t smoke)
And an empty wine bottle. Got that one. Right in time.
I returned home. The sea was still far.
It won’t know me now, but I’ll be back
And so will he one day. We’ll go together.
I took the photos yesterday on the beach, West Terschelling