In one of the small songs in Thirty-seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences Jan Zwicky creates in a minimal space an evocative scenario that shimmers with reflection upon the passage of time. Here are the opening and closing which look a lot alike and yet their differences are telling:
When summer ends,
I’ll hang my straw hat on the wall.
The window will fill up with stars. My straw hat
will hang upon the wall.
“hang” is what we do. suspend.
And so for day 965