Misery has mysteriously
vanished as I watch
the white soft m
hang in the air,
waiting for me to name
it hard:
a bird
a seagull
a vehicle for the sea
to lift its progeny.

Soon from winter
the gray launches a ray
whose boundary is wary
of being framed
by anything that has
a body or a name.

The clouds have a way
of making the sky
age with melancholy
like a world whose play
is a means to decay.

From this window
the air has an air of universality
a quality of
airness
shapelessness
a tasteless thoroughness
where everything is finally
resting from its
temptation to exist.

Pablo Saborío is a Costa Rican-born visual artist and emerging poet, based in Copenhagen, Denmark.