Drapieżny ssak z rodziny kotów…

Same soul / different clothes

I want to know

the recipe

of your suffering


rain falls in shards

as I descend in step

with listening waves

at once hidden in shrub, at once outside, drawn from the sun


The beach silenced, drawing clouds

prompt waves to stubbornly resound

we – not speaking the tongue – remain

and now, the deluge

speaks: now, now, now;

threatening to wash us

back into ourselves

as we struggle uphill

to a comfortable familiar.