Donna Vorreyer
REFLECTION
After Aase Berg’s “Mass” translated by Johannes Görannson
Now I stare into the mirror
Now the mirror cuts through me
Now I stare into trees
the sharp black of branches
The sharp black of branches
erupts out of me
Now I stare into the sky
the purpled roiling clouds
Now the clouds part the reflection
Now a formation of geese
arrows through me
Now I stare into the night
Now there is staring in the night
Now the formation murmurates
Now I stare through the trees
Now the rain runs out of me
Now I crash into the rain
Now I scream into the wind
Now the picture blurs
Now I scream into the picture of myself