photo: Tenby. There are many ways to pass time. Some are easily explained, others, not so easily.
and we would be asked
« but what did you do?
yesterday, the day before yesterday? »
and we knew that the day had been full
since the morning
we remembered our steps in the drizzle
the light making its way
through the clouds we hadn’t
even noticed the time passing
we could swear to it
what we had done
we didn’t know how
to say it but what we were
that we knew
photo: Tenby. Il y a toutes sortes de facons de passer le temps : certaines s’expliquent, d’autres s’expliquent moins.
et on nous demanderait
« mais qu’avez-vous fait?
hier, avant-hier? »
On savait que le jour avait été plein.
depuis le matin
on se souvenait de nos pas dans le crachin
de la lumière qui se faisait un chemin
À travers les nuages, on n’avait
même pas vu le temps passer
on pouvait le jurer
ce qu’on avait fait
on ne saurait
Le dire mais ce que l’on était
On le savait.
photo: Grand Union canal, near Milton Keynes, perfect for a meaningful walk
The trembling of meaning
in the syllables of the morning
on the coffee table the coffee
shivers and smokes
the wind has calmed
The body asserts itself:
there will be hours and seconds
then the night will come
photo: Grand Union canal, près de Milton Keynes, parfait pour une promenade qui a du sens.
Le tremblement du sens
dans les syllabes du matin
Sur la table basse, le café.
frémit et fume
Le vent s’est calmé.
Le corps s’impose :
il y aura des heures et des secondes
puis la nuit viendra
photo: Pink Lake, Gatineau Park, this lake is named after a family who lived there, it is usually green, but the play of light has given it a pinkish hue.
Ah! I recognize that one
that little voice
that seeps into my day
and carries me back to the day before yesterday
even much further back
into bitter stories
while all I want, really,
just to lose myself in the reflection of the clear waters
