A Visit to Amsterdam

Here she walks, veiled

to respect her beliefs.

There another poses, undressed,

to assure financial certainty.

One thin window separating

worlds – and directing birds

straight into death.

And myself right there in the middle,

making assumptions to make sense.

Which path leads to less skin,

which to more, and do they

converge in captivity?

How come they never end at the ocean

and why are there always men around

who always look the same

and always – stare?

And what is my place in this as

part of both parties?


Let’s take a trip to the seaside.