Atmospherings
When I had just been standing
opposite a pharmacist
at the pharmacy of Nyköping Hospital,
eye to eye,
I felt, in a sudden rush,
that we, she and I,
were examples
of the latest model
of an organic experiment
of a kind that has evolved
and been refined without interruption
for a very long time,
from the first microbe
through an incredible number
of trials
and test runs,
until we could stand there today,
facing one another
in a world of pure chance,
with the counter between us,
emitting sequences of sounds
that we could use
to exchange meaning, significance,
import,
within our sudden context;
two finely tuned organisms
in a matter-of-fact transaction
at a pharmacy,
with our circumstances whistling
across an existential abyss
traversed by sounds
through which we've been granted access to meaning
by way of vocal cords and eardrums;
organs that would have been meaningless
without the sea of air
in which I hum a song
that has meaning only to the atmospherings,
of whom I am one, the pharmacist another!
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-06-12 at 22:48
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