"See High Above" - Malena Mörling

    You step outside
into the early morning
         in autumn—

And at the exact same instant
    a scrap of paper
floats over—

         High in the blue
blustery library
    of the air—

You look up
         and you see it rushing
and lifting

    even higher
into the transparent layers
         of the sky—

And at once,
    you know
it is a message—

         A message
that there is no message.
    The scrap of paper

is just a scrap of paper!
         It is weightless
and free—

    The world is just
the world—
         And you are exactly

who you are—
    Also floating now
high inside

         the invisible
balloon of
    another moment.