Taxiing in Schiphol in March

Taxiing in a silver tube
moving over wet concrete
between red, blue and green lights
of which I understand nothing

Once more on the move
from where I am
to somewhere I am supposed to be

For a while

But here and now I'm suddenly thinking
like a ray of sun appearing through clouds
or a temple bell turning over silence
what for?

It's not that I don't know
or even doubt that I should
but more a -
- loss of certainty

Which makes me momentarily feel lost
out here between red, blue and green lights
of which I understand nothing
but that I am going there

As I always do.

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Crossposted from H2G2