ZWERVEN TUSSEN GISTEREN EN VANDAAG - DRIFTING BETWEEN YESTERDAY AND TODAY

Standing on the landing at the top of the stairs

the parquet gleamed towards me

The noise from the street came through the open window

with shocks and bumps

Reminded me of my grandmother's sister

She was fancier with fine furniture

and

a real lady with fine manners

The wandering child has never arrived

where it wanted to be