Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Where, how did we get here
comes an old lady, the Danish witch
of yore, with her stick and her staff
you must neither smile nor laugh
behind this door, somebody knocking
as before, outside a wall, layers of years
that cross in flights, shapes and shadows
that shift and vanish into wrinkles
and cavities of time, bend to fold
along a crease, felt imprinted
from childhood tradition, reflected
in repetition, weighted to support
tests of thought, new orientation
to finally discover where we are.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 4/27/2013