Two Dot: leaving

Today sun in the morning, as if to say “Don’t go.” But we persevere with our to-do lists, the tasks before we pack and leave.  

The sun emerges around the house / stands in the middle of the road / and breathes on us with its red blast. / Innsbruck must I leave you.

But tomorrow there will be a glowing sun /in the half-dead grey forest \ where we have to work and live.

                        -Tomas Transtromer

                        “Landscape with Suns” from The Sad Gondolas  1996