From Kun elän (“As I Live”)

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From Kun elän (“As I Live”)

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VIII

We are all
one coal,
a blind gambler’s
stake
long ago.

the same old
hand still
works, it deals
the cards, the rocks
that fit in the hand,

so is it he who arranges
the stars in the sky,
the blind heroes,
the dead and the living,
the animals in the woods,

the eyes in the dark,
birds and machines
to fly in formations
spelling out
fate. your own.

hand must be
played without cheating
but with some
cunning, you must
make the most

of your cards,
the impossible.
My mind grows
the same rootstock
as this forest,

thought circles
the same track
as the planets
that travel
around

the sun’s
invisible axle,
I turn away
but you always follow
hard on my heels.

AuthorJyrki Kiiskinen
2018-08-21T17:23:05+00:00 December 15th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 57|0 Comments