Stopover

My senses fobound
take an old black bike
and ride out into the forest.
I get caught up in adventures
of frenzied imagination there
and whirl up the many-coloured leaves
around my life.
I try to gather them together
in a heap in one place
but the wind unsure keeps blowing them
away through my fingers.

Einleikur á regnboga/Brotlending.
Þýðing: Martin Regal.
Photo: Inga Lísa Middleton.