One more from the forthcoming collection by the Swedish poet Lars Gustafsson

 Time

The fountain stands at the end

of the old park’s

worn-out pathways, the parasol of water

is thing and event in the same appearance.

Andromeda rotates out there

in the darkness. Right now.

Right now will last for quite a while.

Right now one of the

innumerable intelligences

that dwells in Andromeda is musing

over a very old fountain.

Right now was a long while ago

Right now is nowhere at all.