Innocence
Now, I know I shouldn't ask any more
of this here day
than of yesterday,
when all this day asks of me
is that I don't gaze too hard
into its windy face
I know it carries no liability, no obligation
toward me
for a yesterday we've all left
somewhere when the solar system
wasn't yet even a cloud of dust,
yes, even well before the Big Bang
had opened the floodgates
of time & space
Today carries no blame
for what went before
But this day, fresh out of timelessness,
crows the rooster,
flies the swallow,
meows the cat
& bangs the Haparanda train 'round the curve
below the farm,
hitting like a shock, fading like a sigh
– and today, amazingly, hauls the sun
up over the eastern horizon,
and pulls it all day across the sky
in its golden carriage,
only to tip it over the western horizon,
to hear it holler into the darkness
and disappear
– and it runs the rosary of my heartbeat
through my chest, inside my rib cage,
absent-mindedly,
uttering that same command under its breath:
"one two three four, one two three four!",
staging a trance-dance rave
of organic life forms; fleshy, outrageous;
lost in those calypso moves
at the core of all my deeds, good & evil
– and tomorrow
another innocent day will appear,
rosy & completely fresh out of timelessness;
crowing, flying, meowing
& banging that Haparanda train 'round the curve,
owing nothing to yesterday
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-07-18 at 10:45
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