photo: one evening, on earth. I combined two of my interests in this poem: the imperfect subjunctive, for which I have a particular affection, even if it is no longer fashionable, since I did my doctoral thesis on the use of this mood (but lost in English, in this particular instance).The second, Jung, whose company enriches my reflections.

We would open the door to dreams.

We would listen to their obscure messages.

and their ideas of grandeur

we would extract a grain of wisdom

from their grandiose staging

from our steps in the shadow that cast a shadow over us

so that the self would become oneself.