Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Günther Kaip

RECONSTRUCTION

The cold rain feels good. Jump into the middle again. That makes reconstruction obligatory, marks the sublayers on which it all stands. Banks of fog that block every view stay behind the barriers, are content with their damp dungeons and exploit their capacity for suffering: Birds of passage are struck from the sky and fish chased across the ocean until they lie between sand dunes gasping into the air. Traces of decay behind the walls remain untouched, erected lamps give clear outlines to the shadows of passers-by before they are permanentlydeleted. And so, one thing leads toanother. Every word comes full circle. Still, many flounder and crack. It ’s so crowded here, even the fields, meadows, woods, and mountains are eager to participate. The rivers bide their time and recognize that first progress has been made in the process of reconstruction. On their way, they pass minerals that contain the colors of spring. Dabs of light glide closer and gently touch all things. That ’s incredibly fortunate. Again and again, they enter into minerals, dance along their veins, stain the entire landscape, which pauses and is fully flooded with light. Reconstruction continues.

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