An ode to the slow weekends in the east of Belgium

A view that is green and far
with hills horizons that fade in paler 
in different layers

with cows that graze in front
with more noise than you'd assume
and a neighbour cat that disturbs their piece

The children are summoned to play their noise upstairs
and Rodin is curled up in the sofa
lost in his own cat dreams full of cute mice

There is space outside

There is space inside

and I get new mental space by being here