Of Moments


I am old enough
not to agree,
not to object –

walk with my face closed
the other way;
write this –

feel the body floating
on the surface of time
like a raft of pollen
on the Zambezi-like
Livas River;

the darkness of the shadow side too black;
the light too sharp on the sunny side,
where Anna in the kayak
becomes an almost blinding contrast
in the camera’s memory-image,
while the eye aches
with moments
from Lake Stor-Lappträsket
all the way up to the rapids
at Norriån




Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-08-28 at 09:47

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