I spent

a week

in the Dutch countryside

this past October.

In a village

called Mander,

less than a mile

from Germany.

The fog

in that area.

The stars,

my god.

Reading this book

by A.L. Snijders

(translated by Lydia Davis

and released

through New Directions)

felt like

revisiting that region.

Ambient recollections

with a touch of humor

and play.

Like a diary that promises

to not always

tell the truth.