© Wendy van Putten
© Dirk Engelage
I blinked and rubbed my eyes,
wondering what I’d seen:
a phantom Dragon,
but that could not be,
that was impossible,
because a Dragon
is a creature
of pure myth,
of fantasy and nothing else
and yet, and yet …
the background suddenly
got vague when it appeared,
a flash of heat was felt
when it went by
then it was gone.
I blink end rub my eyes,
can not, will not believe
what had just happened:
a Dragon passing by
impossible
and yet,
and yet ...