Morning, Sun, Frost, Fractals

 

The blinding light stands massive

around the walls

 

The morning sun dazzles through the windows;

the potted plants become sharp fractals

of unknown nature,

until I step into them,

dress my face in them,

and they place their leaves against my cheeks,

like an aged mother, her wrinkled hands

over a lost son’s eyelids

 

The potted plants show mercy;

I let them

 

I see entire mountain ranges of tasks

through the shimmer of frost

 

(One of the cats is sleeping, curled up in an armchair;

the other, wide awake, on the windowsill,

watches, with his whole body,

the flutter of feathers around the bird feeder

outside the kitchen window)

 

I want to learn Chinese,

I want to print out the diaries,

digitize in writing

what has already been digitized in voice;

an impossibility (?) this late in life;

a timely death will turn untimely





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-30 at 10:50

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