You step outside
into the early morning
in autumn—
And at the exact same instant
a scrap of paper
floats over—
High in the blue
blustery library
of the air—
You look up
and you see it rushing
and lifting
even higher
into the transparent layers
of the sky—
And at once,
you know
it is a message—
A message
that there is no message.
The scrap of paper
is just a scrap of paper!
It is weightless
and free—
The world is just
the world—
And you are exactly
who you are—
Also floating now
high inside
the invisible
balloon of
another moment.
"See High Above" by Malena Mörling. Text as published in Astoria (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2006).
Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.
I can feel the buoyancy of that moment.
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