ALL NIGHT LONG I PARTICIPATE IN A QUIZ SHOW, WAKE UP
before it airs, live, exhausted as if having just run
a marathon I must yet again reconsider
my life, moored to the rainbow; a little later
I'm on the train to Herlev as though that's the solution;
the woman on the seat across from mine speaks Uzbek
loudly into her cellphone; outside the station an older
couple is handing out The Watchtower, for free they say
and refuse to take my coin; concrete, graffiti, a heavy
puff of hawthorn, I kick a fir cone quite a ways
down Violinvej, I'm travelling through space,
Earth's rules of play appear to me immensely
provincial, especially regulations concerning
parking; my vessel has been confiscated, and I'm
lost without you.
About this Poem
This poem is from Frayed Opus for Strings & Wind Instruments (2014) by Ulrikka S. Gernes, who read at our Poetry Month Reading at City Hall on April 24. The English translation is by Per Brask and Patrick Friesen