a mosquito, a fly, a speck, a scrap of breath,and yet it’s taken over everywhere,entering the timid grass,inhabiting stems and genes,the pupils of our eyes.This moment, mortal as you or I,was full of boundless, senseless, silly joy, as if it knewsomething we didn’t. —Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh
One response to “this moment—what is it—just”
It sure does know something I don’t.