for Tom Liekens & Stefan Serneels
Also in a landscape that's too wide or too open
you might drown, like the man knows who deep in the woods
succumbs to an overdose of trees.
The same applies to the underwater: you can be in an air pocket
and still sense the droplets
hesitantly feeling out your lungs.
Retreat into your thoughts as if into an instinct.
Take a deep breath there. Submerge yourself in scraps of nature.
Lying hidden deep inside your head the untouched variant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem