Return by Monika Kostera

The Earth is not our sister
and she is not dying.
But the chill we can feel is real: she has
ceased to love us.

The breath she is drawing is not
her last. When you wake up just before dawn
next time, hold yours and listen: how deep it is.

She inhales and her eyes
are closing.

(Warszawa, 2016)

 

Published recently in Oneiropeia by Erbacce Press