this street


January 2013

this street is a sudden silence
I’m woken up by a darker morning light
filtered by snow on the roof window
this is street a wider space
without its traffic, without its speed
each step sounds different in whiteness
this street is a social space now that the snow unites
neighbors clean their doorsteps for others to pass
two holes in a snowcovered bench: two people sat here
new paths occur now that the trodden ones are hidden
this street is a blank page
for new lines, new words, new steps to come

Klaske Havik