Catharina Boer

-in winter-


This is beginning, this splintering

of glass, that silver blank lies under

our feet. All is passed and new, nothing

but a coast, repeating tides, spread birds,

light and shadow over veiled dunes.


It snows, grey and white are melting

in air and water, day and evening and

our shadow in a procession of sledge 

dogs, panting as the sea. So we draw a track

of their reins and our words are the mist


of their tongues. Timeless island. A moment

all drifts down in which it seems we are

floating. How gulls eternally rock on wind

or nothing hurts them, what washes ashore

nevertheless slips away in sea.

Main Location:

Texel, The Netherlands