Regarder

                                                                   Regarder

                                                                  Avant de regarder
                                                                  Par la fenêtre ouverte,

                                                                    Je ne sais pas
                                                                       Ce que ce sera.

                                                                   Ce n’est pas
                                                                   Que ce soit la première fois.

                                                                    Depuis des années
                                                                   Je recommence

                                                                   Au même endroit
                                                                   Par la même fenêtre.

                                                                   Pourtant je ne sais pas
                                                                   Ce que mon regard, ce soir,

                                                                    Va choisir dans cette masse de choses
                                                                       Qui est là,
                                                                                 Dehors.

                                                                          Ce qu’il va retenir
                                                                        Pour son bien-être.

                                                                       Il peut aller loin.

                                                                       Peu de couleurs.
                                                                          Peu de courbes.

                                                                      Beaucoup de lignes.
                                                                            Des formes,

                                                                          Accumulées
                                                                         Par des générations.

                                                                       Je laisse à mon regard
                                                                       Beaucoup de temps,

                                                                         Tout le temps qu’il faut.

                                                                         Je ne le dirige pas.
                                                                             Pas exprès.

                                                                         J’espère que ce soir
                                                                           Il va trouver de quoi :

                                                                               Par exemple
                                                                               Un toit, du ciel.

                                                                             Et que je vais pouvoir
                                                                              Agréer ce qu’il a choisi,

                                                                              L’accueillir en moi,
                                                                               Le garder longtemps.

                                                                               Pour la gloire
                                                                                De la journée.

                                                                                  (Guillevic)

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