Crutches

by Uroš Prah


Crutches

Not into the spasm of dreams where wings grow out of your cramp,

not there,

not into the moment where sleep has not yet faded,

but into a time after, when you hardly know any more

that you’d slept and that you have to start your day already, do something.

As there then, the poem

must do

here as well.

Bergle

Ne v krč sanj, kjer ti iz zategnine izraščajo krila,

ne tja,

ne v trenutek, kjer sen ravnokar še ni zbledel,

temveč v čas zatem, ko skoraj več ne veš,

da si spal in bi že moral začeti dan, početi nekaj.

Takrat tam, torej tu

tudi pesem

mora.