by Kristin Dimitrova
I asked the sky
‘Why am I here?’
It swallowed my words
and waited for more.
I wondered what else I could add.
I asked the earth
‘Why am I here?’
It shrugged its mountains.
I asked the fire
‘Why am I here?’
Busily crackling
it did not hear a word.
I went to the well
and asked the water
‘Why am I here?’
‘Come down to me and I’ll tell you.’
‘Actually’ I said
‘I was only asking.’
Trans. from the Bulgarian by Gregory O'Donoghue
From:
A Visit to the Clockmaker, Southword Editions, Ireland, 2005.
Copyright ©:
Kristin Dimitrova
Last updated October 02, 2011