Where shall we go the day we see

there is nowhere

to go? When all doors are just as

open as they earlier were closed, when an

open silent space is all that remains

of all your longing?

 

***

 

The big green picture

and the rain making sound

the wind’s darkness in the tree

the forest on a black background

 

outside in the wind, inside in the wind

 

All that running water

all that gliding water

under the face, the neck, the skin that

is there for great confusion and balance

 

***

 

The open sucking space around

us

and in us that draws all

movements to it

and lets them go again

 

***

 

That one is an open system

That all one’s thoughts

have probably been thought by others, earlier or right now

That we are now gliding together down a flood

of words. Sometimes we glimpse one another

through the waves, other times not

 

cool now, water is the mouth

 

Translated from the Norwegian by David McDuff