A SWISH OF GLITTERING
Poem By Miroslav Kirin
A SWISH OF GLITTERING creatures in
the air: a school of fish, a flock of birds, a swarm of flies -
they deprive me of heaviness of walking,
they deprive me of compulsion of breathing.
Have you seen them?
You know, you just open the window and, if you're lucky enough,
you'll see them. No,
I haven't seen anything.
Did you open the window? Yes.
Well, you do have the window? Yes.
How come you haven't
seen them? Are you
blind? No. Are you
happy? No, I can
not answer this. You can
not answer this? Yes.