—I thought I saw a letter thrown on the porch
but it was only moon glow.”
—Eeva Liisa Manner
In the old days I waited for letters
As if they were commutations
A sure fire woman
A festive friend—
I could hear my breathing
While approaching my post box.
How light they were
Those moon notes.
Foolish to say
But I was so young
I thought of how
We might live inside
Lamps, radios, clocks.
Paper. Star paper.
A vanished lake.
A distant hidden room.
The old days…
No special beauty.
Slips of paper.
Hands. Moon.
Planet of the Blind 