The silence
in this room
cuts time off

The cat’s paws
shift the weight of half a year
up my leg

The stars
balance an unconsidered equilibrium
above the house

I crawl into my body;
a number of inattentive thoughts
fail to return
before I close

Out in the night forest;
a resigned joy
at the edge of a bog

I tilt the starlit sky
against a crumbling granary
in Northbothnia

The opportunity seizes me

Wisdom
has a buoyant disposition