To have reached the Finish and found

not the peace which follows writing

but an anguish that so much remains

missing;

 

the neighbour’s cherry tree is weighed

down with new fruit, all for the birds –

these verses will be devoured in much

the same way;

 

to the fire, to the fire they will go, after

all has been written and done, to the

fire to be burnished or burned, and

what will remain

 

will tell me if I should run this race again.

 

©  Ella Wagemakers, 14.14 Dutch time (=  8.14 EST in the US)