Snow dust and shadows

Snow dust, hint of more,

pale, furtive shadows walk past, silent.

Shadows: something in me follows

Where are you now?

Though I can hear your steps,

resonating in the void and icy air

of a distant past, to me you are lost.

Voices

The air resonates with your light steps. I know the shadows, are there, close by but invisible, as always. I do not know how many of you are there, perhaps only one or two, or it may be many more, there is no way to count you. Your voices are faint, but discernible, only competing with the occasional cry of a seagull.

Shadows: something in me follows, tunes in, your wavelength, or is it the peculiar type of photons you send swarming towards me? It’s cold, perhaps around minus 10 (Celsius), may be lower. This morning I haven’t met any living soul yet, only you, and that something in the air, maybe mineral, dry, icy. 

Seestrasse

Soon I retrace my steps and find the avenue: Seestrasse, rue du lac, and I climb through the five floors, but the resonance has not yet left me. I will open the door and we will embrace, it is still only five in the morning. Soon the questions: are you from the past, or the future? Are you angels, or demons? Are you friendly or hostile? Am I the only human to be aware of your presence?

The shadows don’t reply

The shadows don’t reply. Their voices are getting fainter. I know I need to go back to the canal side to hear them again, perhaps tomorrow morning.But what if they are from the future? In defence of all physics. With ghosts I could possibly negotiate, ask for their story, be sympathetic, calm, attentive. But shadows from the future? From this world? If not, what are the physical laws of their world? Are they made of dark matter? Are they living things or machines?

Yet, their steps sounded human, cautious, a little afraid: Elves? May be there is a poetic answer to this mystery. Elves, timid, charming, not feeling the cold, but shy? Am I just lucky they are willing to let me hear their voices, however tenuous?

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Photo: Berlin © 2017 Honoré Dupuis