Bécassine

Woodcock, Trompe-Loup Island, Gironde Estuary, August 2003

What bird?

Gave a flap of the wing

Out of a tree's dream

From a bush as thick as a bundle of old tow

From a colorless pole melted into the air

Which bird came from where, which flight to which continent?

Towards what food

What giant lighter than the wind swept away the sand

With a soft cloth spread the ashes on the sand

Waiting for the rise towards the clearer towards the indefinite towards

The enigma

What awaits us as we climb into the image

This strange and deaf lake

Is it snow water?

A weightless, limitless, bottomless mist

On which black islands float

Overturned ships, lost boats

What is this coast that the curved forest borders like an eyebrow?

This monstrous eye what is it looking at

Where we have an appointment with whom

And when?

In this desert

Do we have an appointment?

J.-ML

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