Thor Sørheim: 'Skyve noe til siden'

 

TO PUSH SOMETHING ASIDE

 

I brush breadcrumbs off the breakfast table,

randomly, like a thought that surfaces

and disappears. It will take some time to fill the floor,

we’re only at the beginning of the history

that will become visible, and a light sweep

of the hand is enough to push something aside.

 

All we have swept under the carpet and brought in

wearing our boots will be collected together

and discarded. I look out the window at a lawn,

and know that just a spit beneath it lies the clay

as protection against a thousand-year history below

of sand and scraps that can be pushed aside.

 

We can always delve deeper into matter by looking 

at computer screens, housing estates and a glittering

sea shivering with early morning cold. When we sail

on a membrane among granite rocks that resemble

well-turned catches on a large window, with a deeper insight,

we often, imperceptibly easily, choose to push everything aside.