What If... Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

What if…

The Oost, behind cloud belt, stretches
like a damp horse blanket
not forever, in the infinitive, it does not exist
As there are no limits
For argument's sake let us say there is a border
what would it consist of, surely not?
The shattering of the famous glass ceiling, broken
glass on an expensive coiffeur and the hairdresser cried.
It could be an elastic material that if you cut, it opens
the whole universe will collapse like a balloon
at a New Year party or a used condom leisurely thrown
on the floor picked up by the dog that ran outside
thinking it was a marrow bone.
Curiosity and knowledge are of great value, but there
are moments when ignorance is blissful