A bird clock - Ásta Fanney Sigurðardóttir

i walk slower

today

than yesterday

i went slower

yesterday

than the day before

i haven’t had a look at the clock for a month

i count birds instead

one and it’s one o’clock

two and it’s two o’clock

three and it’s noon

it has changed

running slow

around and around and around

i’m nearly becoming a timeless woman

a loner

a living room loafer

there are dolphins in the canal

there are penguins on telly

there is no paper on the shelves and the mountains are visible

not every one can afford the nature

said the money man and polished his watch

yet every one turns into soil

(there’s a council for tranquility now)

(there’s a council for soap now)

(there’s a council for time now)

(there’s a council for hand sanitizer now)

(there’s a council for 2 metres now)

(there’s a council for gatherings now)

(there’s a council for fake information now)

(there’s a council for real information now)

(there’s a council for people traveling domestically now)

(there’s a council for touch now)

(there’s a council for hugs now)

(there’s a council for change now)

i connected my head

to the head in the ground

and the head became a red net

and the red net became understanding and feeling

sensitive, light, enchanting, powerful

and disappeared little by little

i had to do this again and again

to connect

to renew

between the red threads

in the meshes of the net

there was nothing and silence

and brightness

white

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Ásta Fanney Sigurðardóttir (born 1987) Iceland

Translated by Sara Lindberg Gombrii

Source: pen / opp