To the bones

I met her in the forest today

She is in her eighties

An earlier sportswoman

When meeting in the forest Norwegians often ask each other; have you walked far?

No, she said, I don’t dear to walk far, since I broke my legs, and the balance is affected

That sounds like a wise decision, I responded

She asked me

Are you writing poetry these days?

I answered; on and of, that’s nothing that can be decided

Suddenly, it just happens, out of the blue, often when I am walking

She nodded with a smile

We said goodbye

I could see her thin legs trembling

Then I recognised the appearance of an image

Our shaking World body; bare bones, covered by translucent skin

Some hundred meters along the path, my body stopped

Becoming aware; meeting her is poetry

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