On roaming and homing, love of nature and the nature of love.

maandag 4 april 2016

Bialowieza




















The first time ever
a forest grew
the creatures living in it
who possessed speech
called it Bialowieza.
Seven layers of sacredness,
death and life and death
they honoured.
Bialowieza,
in your undergrowth
we lay ourselves to sleep,
Bialowieza, 
aching with longing
our bodies are 
when trailing your bison,
Bialowieza,
on your throne sits
no one but the royal oak,
Bialowieza,
where boredom gets extinguished
beauty breaks all rules
Bialowieza,
forget the hunt
forget your mother tongue
forget all there is
but Bialowieza.