SUPPOSE IT’S SUMMER
Erschienen in: And here we meet: Choreography at the edge of time – Alexandra Waierstall (06/2025)
Someone told me this story
about the world in the beginning of time,
or
even before there was a world
when only birds were circling around in a vast thin nothingness
that later would be called ‘air’.
and not ‘around’
because there was nothing like a center
and not ‘in’
’cause there was no border.
There were so many birds
that no one, no one would have ever been able to count them.
And after a time, or was it an eternity,
they needed to rest
but there was no earth,
no land,
no sea, even.
But one day,
if there were any days,
one of the birds died
and the others didn’t know where to bury it,
where to bury her …
And one bird was sad because they had been traveling together
for this long, long somethingness,
so she just placed the bird in the back of her head
since there was no other place to put her.
The deafening rage of this silence
Can you hear it?
It takes my breath away.
“Their heart grew cold, they let their wings down.”
I wish I was more still …
not, this moving …
rather more resting.
When did...
