Sitting softly, drinking coffee,
                              Writing stuff down, watching weather,
                              Getting colder by the minute,
                              But determined like old leather...

                              You could say I've stayed too long here,
                              Though it's hardly worth a mention,
                              When, just then, I see beyond me,
                              Through the sunshine of attention,

                              Two old travellers, true professionals,
                              You can tell by their endeavour,
                              Not to waste a single muscle,
                              On a Thing that may be never.

                              As I sit and watch their Silence,
                              And they rest from who knows what,
                              All I know is they have Something
                              Which the rest of us have not;

                              Like all travelling true originals,
                              And although they seem aloof,
                              They are part of something older,
                              Are these ducks up on the roof...

                                                             - K. Jansen