Time of demolition and time of building
Another day began for Mrs Agata, just like any other, like all others.
Sleepily sliding a cold and dry foot from beneath the covers,
Without rubbing her eyes even.
With hypnotised movements, she reached for a box
Which called to her with colour and shape.
Lighting a cigarette with a dance-like movement,
She skipped to the kitchen to make some coffee.
So as not to waste as much as a second.
In this pre-choreographed, almost virtuoso
Sequence she visited the bathroom and walked the dog.
Even the wind was unable to keep up
And untangle her wrinkles, still warm from sleep
The multi-storey indifference with which she looks at
People passing by, busy with their own affairs.
Biting cold, damp shoes,
Uncomfortable buses, in which it seemed
She sensed nothing
A grey face, set in thought like a block of ice
Calculating the days to come
Gulps of grey smoke between eternity
12 hours of work needs only coffee and cigarettes
She said we are sailing on one raft
Half-submerged in a bog
The only difference is that I am responsible for us
I am steering, I am fixing the holes
Which are now piling up.
Evening conversations, coffee and cigarettes
Pro-educational advertising slogans
Discussions about homosexuality
In-vitro fertilisation, about Him,
About Her, about Him, About Her,
About Us – virtual presence
More grey smoke to swallow,
Come evening, she dyed her hair.
Inspired by a poem I have written at the age of 15.
Translated from polish by Marek Kazmierski.
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