Poetry
There’s a vast, vast vastness
Somewhere deep inside,
Bringing directions together.
For all I know, this vast, vast vastness
Splits into cells —
A kaleidoscope of comforts,
A flash of a room to inhabit,
A flash of a hollow,
A flash of a squeaking waggon
Going uphill empty,
Loaded on the way down.
I don’t know what the three have in common
But we go against the draught, making
Our invisible counterweight
Visible.
*благодаря за уютите, Т.!
