An ode to a nocturnal wander in Amsterdam.
It beckons me,
the unbroken stillness of the night.
the dark Keizersgracht,
devoid of commotion and city lights,
mirroring the moon
from many on high
the cobbled street
occupied by a lone, aloof feline.
arrays of unridden bikes
relieved of their duties for a time.
in the far distance,
a footstep traipses
I, a landloper,
a creature predisposed to listlessness,
betray my own predilection,
to revel in a sojourn of solace.
chestful of nocturnal air,
its presence courses
my very core.