Marcel Van Eerd

the East
breaks open

ripping
clouds apart

tall grass
now seen
weaving

is
set on
fire

His glory
glowing

another
day
begun

sometimes,
without warning
or
preceding notion

objects
seems much brighter
and
sounds are crystal clear

and I
silently thank
with
humbled devotion

for I
know it is you
to
let me know you’re near