summer night

 
 
    the glass wall
    the length of the building
    and around
    offers me Nature:

    the snake pond gleaming
    between the surrounding trees
    the jillion of tiny frogs on the wall
    and the loud lament
    from insects

    soon i recall
    the spring chats squinted
    into allotted time slits
    navigating me
    through the intergalactic blues
    stretching no end
    from the open gates
    of her eyebrows

    one word
    would snap
    the shutters of her eyes
    and leave me
    claustrophobic and homeless

    the deafening hammer of the frogs' shout
    hits the back of my head --
    the pond shatters the window
    jumps like a green tiger
    and chokes me
 
 

Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
    1992-05-26/27 ©