Another Poem

          - for Vladimir Holan


Another poem worth memorising

                for everyday situations,

                          on the train

                                      in an elevator

                         on a plane.

The conductor comes

       Ticketing

           and I’ve glanced

           over

                                    at you

                         several times

thoughts mixed

                between

                           the poetically noble

                           and

                                      lustful

                           infancy.

A fancy, indeed.

                 A moment to me

                            held in the morning

                            sunshine,

                                       perfectly quiet,

                            perfectly abandoned.

But forever there.