Time Passing -- A Miscellany of Poems; ŠThor May 1996     index

[live Youtube recitation of this poem]




The room is an ordinary room,

You are gone,

The day is an ordinary day,

Friend's smiles are just ordinary smiles,

My care is an ordinary care;

The air still smoulders.


You came, some nowhere time

Were here, a rag doll,

Bedraggled we thought,

Pale as a cave-born moth, astounded by light

Urgent in living, you came

How brightly you burnt.


Burnt me woman, warmed the air

Lit the day, rushed blood to my lips

Made smiles come out of hiding,

Scorched the old paper words

That rustle on our tongues, and dying

Left me an ordinary man.


Thor, 1995