A media vita poem by Marjoleine de Vos

in the midst of life

And it could so happen, unexpectedly

that the everyday place sign

became illegible. Through snow or mist

or because you no longer knew where

you were in present and past, or

what represented ground, what sky.

What exists is exclusively what’s been lived

in the spirit, says church father A.

Outside there is nothing to see than the view,

completely changed into always the same.