© Drawing by Bernadete Claudino
(Coloured Brush, Nov. 2020)
Pandemic days
In those days when a virus
paralyzed us, light and dark
fused to an ashen landscape
you feverishly searched for a way out
If only something, you were thinking
could come from another world, a breath of
wind in the tufts of grass, a feather falling down
from nowhere, a sweet smell, a tender gesture
It was enough to think about this: in the dense
cloud cover a thin spot formed spontaneously
Job Degenaar
The original Dutch and Frisian version (translated by Jantsje Postma) are part of the project 'Wjerspegelje/Weerspiegelen' (To reflect), organised by Merk Fryslân and Leeuwarden UNESCO City of Literature, and can be read here:
https://www.friesland.nl/nl/uitgelicht/wjerspegelje/pandemyske-dagen