At the window [Triptych “The Light”]

Those white moments flee

out of me

they fly in the sky

swinging among silences.

Sometimes my windows

define a square prison

dressed in sunlight and

straight lines.

The year of struggle seems vague.

The moments of solitude empty.

And my coffee is cold

waiting for me on the heavy desk,

life inside it has seized

arousing something more important

than a broken circle.

(Photo: Groningen, the Netherlands. January 2018. Lomo Instant camera, Instant Fuji Film.)