Friday, March 24, 2017
I got sleepy while driving and pulled in under a tree at the
side of the road. Rolled up in the back seat and went to sleep.
How long? Hours. Darkness had come.
All of a sudden I was awake, and didn't know who I was?
I'm fully conscious, but that doesn't help. Where am I?
WHO am I? I am something that has just woken up in a back
seat, throwing itself around in panic like a cat in a gunnysack.
Who am I?
After a long while my life comes back to me. My name
comes to me like an angel. Outside the castle walls there is a
trumpet blast (as in the Leonora Overture) and the footsteps
that will save me come quickly quickly down the long staircase.
It's me coming! It's me!
But it is impossible to forget the fifteen-second battle in the
hell of nothingness, a few feet from a major highway where
the cars slip past with their lights dimmed.
~ Tomas Tranströmer
art by Picasso