The plan of plans

by Martina Vidaić


The plan of plans

one should live as quietly as possible. we live in dangerous times;

the balcony doors are killing the birds.

we live surrounded by retirees, and being surrounded is

one step toward surrendering.

each time we are to say something, the vent hood sucks in the fumes,

something white, paper plane like, flies out.

after an accident

the neighbors dig out the black box from the rubble,

attempting to grasp the gist.

the world is what we see from the windows.

when we look through the balcony doors, it seems bigger.

it doubles on the outside if we count the glass.

the birds killed by the nonexistence of sky.

 

one should live as quietly as possible. walk on one's toes.

when they harden into hoofs, cover them with a sponge.

hunker down, train the armpits so they don't fold over.

press the earphones in the ears, like tiny shower heads

showering the noise inside

so we do not hear the clash, but find a bird

and think: the neighbors are attacking us with the Chinese goods.

and if, by some chance, we hear what is on the outside,

it will be quiet,

like it is before any accident.

© translated by Boris Gregorić

Plan nad planovima

treba živjeti što tiše. živimo u opasno vrijeme;

balkonska vrata ubijaju ptice.

živimo okruženi penzionerima, okruženost je

korak do predaje.

svaki put kad zaustimo, napa usisa isparine,

vani izlijeće nešto bijelo kao papirnati avion.

poslije nesreće

susjedi iščeprkaju crnu kutiju iz krhotina,

pokušavajući dokučiti srž.

svijet je ono što vidimo s prozora.

kad gledamo kroz balkonska vrata, nešto je veći.

izvana je dvostruk, ako računamo stakla.

ptice ubija nepostojanje neba.

                   

treba živjeti što tiše. hodati na prstima.

kad otvrdnu u papke, obložiti ih spužvom.

pritajiti se, dresirati pazuhe da se ne sklapaju.

utisnuti u uši slušalice, nalik na male tuševe

koji ulijevaju buku unutra

da ne čujemo sudar, nego kad pronađemo pticu

pomislimo: susjedi napadaju kineskom robom.

ako tada kojim slučajem i osluhnemo vani,

bit će tiho,

kao pred bilo koju nesreću.

© Martina Vidaić