KROZ ZRAK ŠIŠTE

Poem By Miroslav Kirin

KROZ ZRAK ŠIŠTE svjetlucava
bića: plova riba, jato ptica, roj mušica -

otkidaju me od težine hodanja,
otkidaju me od prisile disanja.

Jesi li ih vidio?
Znaš, otvoriš li prozor i, ako si sretan,

ugledat ćeš ih. Ne,
ništa nisam vidio.

Jesi li otvorio prozor? Jesam.
Znači, prozor imaš. Da.

Pa kako ih onda nisi
vidio. Jesi

li slijep? Nisam. Jesi
li sretan? Ne

mogu odgovoriti. Ne
možeš odgovoriti? Da.

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