"troost wordt gewantrouwd zeker in de poëzie"
—Elfie Tromp
Sitting at my a.m. desk
picking apart
fingers,
people,
old thoughts,
watching the
snow come down,
wisps,
blowing by like dust,
layers and
layers.
While all
lightens up.
Consolation.
Piles and piles
of it, the
world outside
swaddled in the white
of forgiveness
and
melting
soon.
Bulerías (detail), 2023
Acrylic on wood