A lovely reminder from the Swedish poet and ever-so-particular observer of small details, Malena Mörling.
“An Entrance”
If you want to give thanks
but this time not to the labyrinth
of cause and effect–
Give thanks to the plain sweetness of a day
when it’s as if everywhere you turn
there is an entrance–
When it’s as if even the air is a door–
And your child is a door
afloat on invisible hinges.
“The world is a house,” he says,
over lunch as if to give you a clue–
And before the words dissolve
above his plate of eggs and rice
you suddenly see how we are in it–
How everywhere the air
is holding hands with the air–
How everyone is connected
to everyone else by breathing.
live in the layers 