Sabina Naef is a master of lyrical miniature. Light as a feather, with just a few words, four or five precisely placed lines, she captivates us before we even realize it, drawing our attention to the unnoticed moments of everyday life: the furniture set out on the street, the ringing of an alarm clock, the closing of eyes, the hair caught in a fan. In this gentle dizziness, it is never about picturesque moods; the images preserve the fleeting nature of the moment, the incidental nature of encounters. On the edges, close to silence, Sabina Naef's poems effortlessly maintain the balance between not yet and no longer, mastering the art of addressing much in extreme reduction, in the unsaid.