Time

Time is a tube that
connects you to ever
the past at one end
and the future the other

Time is the moment
this photo was taken
your first year at school
with your class in the yard

The looks are still there
expectations forever
caught by the shutter
that day in the sun,

decades ago now, many
hopes later. Still learning
what life is connected
by time.

Eelco van der Waals

Home is a roof
like a hat under heaven
as a shelter for dreams
that drift in the night

Home is belonging,
tune in and becoming
is to land on your feet
and stand in the light

Home is the heartbeat
that echoes the silence
home is the soft wind
caressing your face

Home is the love that
you give one another
turning your shed into
the world’s dearest place

Let me tell you a secret
bout The Meaning of Success

1. Go away
2. Do other things
3. Come back
4. Find what has been there all the time.

Family, the feeling
of a simple life,
interconnected,

a village in time
where things rhyme.

Childhood memories
mingled with the present
we live in,

pillow talk, fathers
and mothers gathered
and making their point

at the end of the day
before sleeping, together,
your hand on my chest

and mine on your thigh
till the end of Time.

Poets taste letters
on the tip
of their tongue,

make lines out of
nothing before

sleep gets along.

They sit and they hum
and they write

in a streetcar at noon,
in the heart of the night.

Apples
in a bowl
on a wooden table
glowing
in a beam
of sunshine

A window
facing trees
gently moving
in the winds
of Summer

A hand
pooring coffee
for a friend
at the table

Senses intermingling:
apples, wood, summer wind
talk and friendship
in a timeless moment
of simplicity.