The Way Up North

A Living Paradox

Sitting under artificial light

while outside,

the natural one gives life.

Most of us are enclosed here,

the sky’s brightness is given,

yet the rest of its colors are missing,

and the whole becomes gray.

That’s the way up north,

where a great part of the gods’ time

remains in this unsettled paradox,

the rest of it, a low current flowing.

Dreams come and go,

to wrap a bag and walk toward the palm trees,

embracing nudity’s warmth

and the art of freedom.