Stone Heads
standing still in water in their frame of basalt from former times: the poles, like gentlemen turned into stone staring over water to the cranes of the old wharf where builders once built giant boats and launched them from the concrete slope
in front of their frozen faces: the field full of forgotten species, where no seeds have been sown no paths have been trodden, no roads and no shops and no aims then aimlessly wandering, there, and dancing, or forgetting.
let these heads remain forgotten as stubborn characters in a neglected field as a pause in the breath of the restless city.
![]() Photo from stenenhoofd.nl, Aerophoto-Schiphol -written for Stichting Het Stenen Hoofd, july 2017- |