WHO does not grow older Poem by Tone Hødnebø

WHO does not grow older,
only wiser like Jacob,
you draw a cloud, and look up.
Who is a calculation
when you do not tally,
what you add subtract and vice versa,
all the elements
in one and the same second
will rise like air and the earth descend
in a deceptive dream in which you are the things you do,
a ladder you climb,
falls down.

Who will be what you do not see,
not a wonder in the book
without the pages disappearing.
Good night, you said, no promises.