1
this is the surface
where all reactions take place
we extend the surface
in order for things to happen
the events and the surface
interact
we break the surface
and the fractions
again all have their own surface
we love the thin border between inside and out
we love hard ware mechanics
2
whirling wind
first movement
enters my field of vision
a nice landscape
chaos in the mind – strange attractors
she was tempted to walk along with the tumbleweed
the movement of the sand
in the early sea
imprinted itself
into every biomolecule
knock knock knocking the soot in the design
the grains in the skin made the girls strong
joints are highways
they must be guarded
a wild solution
movement that first
led to mixing
now leads to separation
3
what, in the grains of sand in the girls’ skin, is of any concern to me
here? what, in the movement of the air carrying the sand over the sea
up the mountains then lays it down on alpine meadows rough grass
covered with snow, the girls slipped caught-does the sand dry the skin
does it bury her under thick layers of ice, glaciers that are melting now
have been melting for a century, is released with cloak pouch and tattoo
– nods, a canister, cuts and radiates, attracts the pick of scientists, the
movement drags on until the whirling breaks, fingertips ridges a loop
pattern, irregularities across the current – will the sea ebb away or will
she surge, how does the desert beetle collect dew, how does the
kalithistle move? will the sand join the sand of the sea, will she churn
all molecules to the left in a circular motion until she rises and breaks?
and underneath the skin a space where linear molecular chains can
rise up to the surface and heal the catastrophe?
this poem was published in De Gids_5 (2010)