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!