Unchanged. Poem by Bjorn Visser

Washed up into the corners of your body.
The immovable force, silently parted by your hand alone.
She lay still as the children of the world,
In gutters and on dunes.
Rolled around like a piece of glass at a party.

Within tides sucked in like emotional turmoil
A torrential down-pour of life unlived.
The tumultuous applause unheard but not by a father, a parent.
They heard it all. Your body coarse as sand.
Your beard the scratches on the wall.
I do not know how to wait any longer.
She rolled around in the force unmovable, moved with simplicity and ease,
By hands that know how to change the unchanged.
Hands that can see the empty spaces that the world fills with black.
And hands that know to change a world not ready.

Washed up into the corners of your body.
I cover my eyes with your hands.
And in the lines of your life I see.