the memory

In the deepest of space
and the strangest of thoughts
I surrender_
To what Poetry means
and the world cannot feel
I succumb_
The familiar places I’ve walked
the vast inlands
and coastlines
I cried for.
All those colorful
places in Time
What I fear I have lost
but have conquered_
And I stare out the window
to the vastness
outside of my window.
As the train is ready to depart,
I know now that my visit is over_

(Photo of the Leeuwarden train station back in 2015, Pentax P30)