i dreamt of kolderveen last night.

i don't know what was real

(i never know what is real these days)

i only know that i spent the dream-there

searching for something.

i remember watching carefully

a bird that was balanced on a branch

so very delicately.

i remember how the branch bent and bounced

under the bird-weight

and how everything

had just been rained on.

things were mostly damp

and i remember that my shoes got soggy

from a puddle

that i hadn't noticed

until i was within it.