See all, discover all
Know everything, feel everything
And Genghis Khan.
Taste everything, dance everything
From the waltz of the sledges
Of the Far North,
To the taste of sharks
Spend the winter in warmth
And in the summer cast off,
Turning the earth
In my November garden this morning, I had leaves to pick up
and apples to throw away.
Cumulonimbus clouds threatening
and a pair of crows flew above my head.
I followed their merry-go-round with my eyes;
from the tall trees, they were watching mine.
Under the front roof, my cat yawned.
The smell of lemon balm still perceptible,
I sat down on the red swing, and took off.
Looking at our garden with my child’s eyes, I travelled,
feeling everything, discovering everything.
A few piled rocks as landmarks, like the Inukshuks of the Arctic.
As a courtesy, the autumn rain began to fall.
Daniel Burnier (Switzerland)