Hans Børli

Your humble light
the fire of your mind
blinds you:
If you walk
with a lantern in the dark
you won't see the stars.

It must be those brief moments
when nothing has happened - nor is going to.
Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean
beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days.

There, sometimes, you meet your own heart
like someone you've never known.

And the day climbs down from its blue loft-bed on a slanting ladder of sunbeams, pauses a moment between the trees, airy-light, young.