invincible

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Towards Jerusalem

the storm-bird had never spread its wings –

the wings of the storm-bird had never stirred

fluttering or dignified –

the wings of the storm-bird are a held breath

standing still –

 

the storm bird advances

without spreading its wings through the storm

towards the wreck of the sun

to scream resurrection

a thousand years ahead of time –