'summer stands still
as tiny as a bird
with colored chest
on the edge of the forest'

a poor translation of an excerpt by Aldona Gustas

I found two big bright stars in my handbag this morning (I think it was Gemma and Alkaid). I wonder who fished them out from deep waters of the river when pine trees swayed their tall heads in evening's breeze...

(screens by Hasegawa Tohaku)

...when the fox disappeared into the dark and left us two alone you said that we should try be honest with our own feelings.
I said nothing.
the clouds above the river looked like the ones by Dali.

purple
green
blue
yellow

very slim and very long.
I watched the clouds and said nothing.
white soft mist floated above the dark waters slowly swaying. birds sang mesmerizing lullabies right above us. the air was thick. just before the
r
a
i
n


I wanted to ask you whether your body was still connected to your mind. mine wasn't.


that single motionless moment I didn't want to be a bird anymore.


but you still waited for me to say something.