Rothko
Seeing myself biking
I cycle in the Rothkos
Landscape of my youth
Wind blows around my head
It is erect, upholding the environment
I see the endlessness in tenderness
while the wind is holding
my bike back
urging my legs to be strong
enabling to move through
the orange, red en the dark
The grasslands of Friesland become
Rothkos
I am being indwelt
