Quasimodo at the Entrance
- in another town I opened my eyes
I forested it with uncertain words
and ready for any sight
(watching a bird in flight)
I drink tea
is that enough
- I don’t know
- my body soars transparent
a man draws near to me and then a woman
they touch me entering the forest
they call knocking on the treetrunks
where they knock and knock on the moss growths
where they don’t nothing
is that enough
- I don't know
- I crossed myself
moved all into the light
to the point whence all returns
this autumn I strewed myself with dry leaves
and conquered space
hill by hill
house by house everything mine turned yellow
is that enough
- I don’t know that either
I never peer into other people’s temples
in my own I fold my hands and look up
towards the sky.