Sunday morning
I walk with silence
inside me
next to me
in untouched stillness
the houses along the canal
dream in their sleep
stories of times gone by
then…
the tumbling of sounds
from the carillon
the beat of wings
of surprised pigeons…
the silence returns
the silence was not disturbed
touched me for a moment
inside me
next to me
in complete harmony
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation