A Language in Common

The sun is out
on my way to the weekly shop
my feet walk fluently- like a beat-drop
through scented petals on a walkabout


I saw you walking towards me
or rather:


your shirt

the mirror-image

of mine.


The corners of my lips lifted involuntarily
until I grinned.

Only a few seconds later
you spotted me too
– a laugh escaped your mouth.

“What’s so funny?”
I heard your friend ask: but
she got lost in translation,

while illustrating to me
the joy of having
a random
language in common


Jasmijn Stegeman