Again in the open air
Again before setting up a household
Indeed some evenings we pray
almost half
naked to the waist, we think ourselves into one another.
… and we remain alone while among us
a drop bounces,
something like a mutual experience,
it gnarls us together
into a single fruit
that only a virgin could ever
abort;
all the used cutlery is cleared away,
there’s still the chance to talk
eye to eye
to resume the mutually felt
teeming
everywhere bellow – to the limits of visibility,
which is nothing reflected back
of a view from the outside in.
Where pyjama-clad children have yet to play
on all fours on the floor…
we’ll see later
since after the carousels there are more coincidences
and here, where the completion of a crevice ends,
a massif begins…
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in A Fine Line – New Poetry from Eastern and Central Europe, Arc Publications, 2004
Translated from the original in Slovakian by the author and James Sutherland-Smith.
