Some faint sounds

reveal it;

scattered notions of motion

are its tell tale signs: LIFE

The house is creaking, here, there

- but that's the wind, grabbing hold

Then the sudden white noise of water

gushing through pipes;

some ONE flushing a toilet; again: LIFE

Then, BANG! The door opens,

light falls in

at the speed of light (300 000 km/h),

rushing through the bedroom

like water through a breach

in the Dutch levee 1953,

very soon filling the room, bottom up,

like Baltic seawater the berths of M/S Estonia 1994,

TIME with whitecaps raging,

and a lovely mermaid standing over me: ANNA,

revealing life in its purest form,

pulling the cover off of me,

to hang it out in the snowy cold,

for airing