Two Poems
The coat room
They shed us
like light
over some distant memory
They sow us
and reap us
and never know
we too
need our peace
and seams
like solemn vows.
Instead they make
us come and go
as they please
loose little ends
in otherwise
solid beliefs.
Fisherman's Cabin in Alaska
Russia is neither far
nor cold
a dark rim only
against the edges of the world
it's where the sea directs its gaze
a place of seals
- our next of kin
our daily bread -
it's a heartbeat deep
within the halibut.
Out here we don't believe
in anything much
but ice
slow perimeter
of the mind
and it's enough to know that
by whatever creed
the fish will come.
—Milla van der Have, Utrecht, The Netherlands