The impressions of the morning
that come together
in this instant
Set Sails for the Sun, die Segel zur Sonne;
the low-coloured patchwork quilt
- a gift from Anna's mother Margareta, 87 -
over my pulled-up knees
as I lie back
in the Great Ship of Dreams upstairs,
head propped up
on a stack of pillows against the wall,
the slanting ceiling joining said wall
right behind me,
fluorescent stars above
sucking energy from the reading lamp
that casts its light
across the pages of Gaston Bachelard's
L'intuition de l'instant,
Intuition of the Instant,
a mug of strong black
presenting me
with the molecular reactions
this pen craves,
while Friday gets ready
for my ski ride with Anna
over heavenly crusty snow,
that opens unlimited spaces
of the Northern Wilderness
for instant access;
speedy & light discovery
through forests,
across core ice lakes,
up & down hills & mountains,
shooting through winding valleys,
all ground glazed over and evened out,
offering a sense of instant relief,
akin to the feeling of free flight in dreams:
a weightless force
at your immediate & unrestrained service;
all senses coming together
in a flow of pleasure, speed, light & fresh air!