"Nothing but the curtains' shiver..."
Nothing but the curtains' shiver
in a draft, - no other motion,
and this calm is interrupted
by the robin’s song outside.
Though the air is growing thicker
in the heat, beyond proportion,
still my breath is unobstructed
and my thoughts are clear and light.
Everything is bathed in gold, -
sunlight’s pouring in a torrent.
Downstairs – the child’s laughter
fills the kitchen, overflows…
And I’m certain that this world
is nothing like the one before it,
and the one that’s coming after,
I imagine, won’t come close.