We've come so far, thought the astronaut as he swam around the capsule in his third week and by accident kicked a god in the eye --so far that there's no difference anymore between up and down, north and south, heavy and light. And how, then, can we know righteousness. So far. And weightless, in a sealed room we chase the sunrises at high speed and sicken with longing for a green stalk or the heft of something in our hands. Lifting a stone. One night he saw that the Earth was like an open eye that looked at him as gravely as the eye of a child awakened in the middle of the night.
From North in the World: Selected Poems of Rolf Jacobsen, translated and edited by Roger Greenwald. Translation © 2002 by Roger Greenwald. Reprinted by permission of the University of Chicago Press. All rights reserved.