Time you sit about leisurely
The time you sit about leisurely
somewhere in a coffeehouse or on the grass
is measured out cautiously;
it is a lot like silence you pour in a cup
when you should speak
about simplicities of everyday
because there is nothing common about this world of ours
and sometimes it pours over the edge.
There are still thinks that surprise me:
like your interest in baroque,
a bowl of plums in your fridge,
or how you, for just a moment, keep your hand on the door handle
before you open and let me in.
© translated by Alenka Sunčič Zanut