Wednesday, March 23, 2011


this is Amsterdam
city of intellectual tolerance
coffee and cannabis
designated bike lanes 
red-light district
sex shops and prostitution

Who am I to question
as I wander your streets and digest
your magnificence

Venice of the north
with your canals and bridges
weaving amongst
haunting architecture

home of Anne Frank
and severed earlobe van Gogh
lives lived in
reflected hope and love

and yet
the sea has no generosity for you
when the great floods come
will your levees wash away
and return you
to the home
from once you came

or will you stubbornly
remain amongst the
death and destruction
and the Westerly winds
as you have for centuries
inviting the weary sailor
into your arms

until next time
I breathe you in


missing the mom gene