WRITING THE TESTAMENT

Impeccable language the layer’s

sitting in front, helping me

with all that’s necessary

to be simple, precise, unequivocal.

Other words almost amusingly

flash in my mind while I write:

“The legal clarity of the sky”.

Sunlight is filtering

through the white curtains

and spreading on the spacious

thick oak table

and in the lawyer’s gaze,

a gorgeous woman by the way,

who is concentrated on my paper,

dictating me, translating actually

my wishes into legality.

Translating, transmuting I dare say

words into the unknown,

into the not yet,

it’s funny how we are cordially

smiling and laughing in this office,

with our looks projected

beyond the body.

And it’s funny that I feel,

while cruising through the impalpable,

that something is being accomplished,

sailing to a great full stop.

 

I have always loved my own writing,

its legibility, its sliding on the paper

effortlessly, its weightlessness

out of the body’s weight.

 

I have almost finished now:

I am writing “In faith”

and my signature.

A clear feather cast

into swarming sunlight.