Seconds in Solitude – Matthijs Schut

One night museum – Rene Magritte

And so we mourn.
It feels like a museum;
a place where,
more than in any other,
people go together to act in solitude.
A moment where,
just like in any other,
silences don’t speak.

Our longing to appreciate is overtaken
by our longing not to interfere with the other’s appreciation
and our altogether regret
too fragile for it to set foot in reality.
We feel in bubbles of soap,
drifting as to avoid vibrations in the air,


About the Poet

Matthijs Schut is a Dutch university student with his heart set on sharing his world with others. His work was previously published in the Eunoia Review.

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