You are the dew I’d like to drink
from the dirty hands of this world;
if your name is Eve, that means,
I can begin at the beginning.

I have to choose between two routes.
Only later will I spot the third one -
through the river. Its murmur
grows on the stony threshold, a scream -

somewhere phones go haywire blocking the lines;
here a buzzard switches the sky on and off
at regular intervals,
like a road guard;

I witness swoosh, I am in the core,
the waterfall of the world
touches the very me.
It hugs a chill.

tłumaczenie: Natalia Kossakowska