Sunday Pastime

Travelled to the other side of the moon

To drink some tea

With the old Chinese man

The weather was the same as

One billion years ago

We sat on his porch

Throwing GPS marked stones

A mile or so

(Gravity is a bitch sometimes)

Got into a quarrel on

How to interpret

The journey to the red gorge

A truly intellectual undertaking

Made another summer

Thousand years ago

Love at Night

I can sometimes

Silence my needs and desires

Making a cloud of anxiety go away

Meeting the darkness in the light

With earth and flowers

From time to time

Love us

Cold Light

The nights here in the north

Are short and brief

Quickly moving creatures

Almost invisible

Creating a blue skylight

Mixing memories and desires

Waking up the dead or long gone

Emotions

This Morning

A long journey always starts

With a few steps

It is like this is it

This morning

When the eternal

Nocturnal light of the north

Gives the illusion of day

In the middle of the night

The Journey of the Night

This journey takes place every night

And it is long and arduous

Silence regains

Hardly a word is uttered

And in the morning

Most things said and done are forgotten

Only vague memories remains

Loss of words

It’s structure

Surviving

Mindless meditation

In the night

Avoiding all the narrow straits

Walking towards

A dream and bad sleep