Nebel lang - nor found
Recorded in 2018 at Un temps un lieu
Photography by aaron mcknight
Words by bailey rose
Released September 3, 2020
you step lightly, your touch light, inviting;
brush the earth just once or twice, alighting;
i never knew you, did i? a glimpse, a sight
a flash of white in the silver-dark night;
empty sky, the moon a void, waiting;
i was not lost, nor found, anticipating
liminal crest of the mountain peak’s height
as i chased your image through the silver-dark night.
i awake sprawled heavy on drifts of snow;
weak sunlight filters through my misted window;
you never knew me, did you? the smell of coffee
from the kitchen mingles with a minor key
from a mourning dove, sunrise illuminating
a flash of white that takes wing, separating
what i would have done from what i will, what i might.
the snow melts to rivers in the golden light.
Reviews
editions vaché It's difficult to describe the magic that happens during one of Nebel's pieces- We are actually trying to not 'listen directly' if you get our meaning....letting each piece walk through its own life, its own space - ss/tm/am