Poetry - Issue 23 | November 2015

Holland

by Rick


Holland

On the 9:23 from Amsterdam

Split with grachts that suffer little ducks
and tiny windmills, green with many shades
of gray, you promise rain. Your aqueducts

are grounded and your ground a dozen grades
below the sea, or so they say. On tracts
of verdant glaze an Utrecht morning fades

into the deep haze of the sleep one lacks,
the lag, the heavy sense of moving out
of time. And back. And forth across the grachts

to meet a woman named Yvonne. The route
to Nijmegen is paved with glass and sheep.
With geese, and cows. And deeper still, the trout.


About the author

Rick Mullin has travelled throughout Europe and the US as a business journalist covering the pharmaceutical and chemical industries for the American Chemical Society’s Chemical & Engineering News. He has made the occasional foray on his own as well. His forthcoming collection, Stignatz and the User of Vicenza, will be published by Dos Madres Press, which has also published his collections Coelacanth and Sonnets from the Voyage of the Beagle, as well as his long poem, Soutine, on the life of the painter Chaim Soutine.

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