To Louk Jehanne Hulsman At Bherwerre where the ocean crashes<\/strong><\/span> Phil Scraton About Louk Hulsman To Louk That he will wake up just before daybreak pick up a book some paper and a pen his glasses comb his hair and with his sandals and short trousers armed with a camera, opens the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":35,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-462","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=462"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":494,"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462\/revisions\/494"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/35"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hulsmanfoundation.org\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong><\/span>That he will
\nwake up
\njust before daybreak
\npick up a book
\nsome paper
\nand a pen
\nhis glasses
\ncomb his hair
\nand with his sandals
\nand short trousers
\narmed with a camera,
\nopens the door, leaves
\nand touches his garden
\nin a soft breeze
\ngreets the birds
\nlifts his leg over the side
\nand his other leg
\nin his vest
\nsandwiches
\nand a thermos of tea
\nwith his pocket-knife
\nhe cuts the lines
\nand takes off mastestically.
\npeople become ants
\ncities, dots
\nroads, hairs
\nand lakes, drops
\nuntil he, so high,
\nhigher than the birds,
\nsoaring in the vast sky
\noversees
\nhow many miracles the world is
\nrecognizes
\nwhere all his friends live
\nsoftly floating
\nwithout any force and wind
\nfree and flowing
\non an unknown current
\nto again new
\nknowledge
\nnew ways of knowing<\/p>\n
\nThe 32nd Wave<\/p>\n
\nOver the solitary five mile strand
\nI\u2019m sure I heard your voice \u2026
\nBeyond the thirty-second wave.
\nKayakers will tell you that\u2019s the one
\nThat swells and rises, surely and calmly,
\nEmerging purposefully with force and passion
\nIts crest glints sharply with grace and dignity
\nDancing ashore to move hearts and minds
\nThat was the moment your laugh was with us
\nPitched, as always. above the maelstrom
\nGenerous and warm, forever Louk,
\nTaking hold of the thirty second wave.<\/p>\n
\nBooderee
\nNSW, Australia
\n15 February 2009<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"