A Landscape With Three Moons

A path with ridges like fish bone that end in
the bushes or disappear in the moss hindered
by the streaks of old trees. The sickles of burning
moons have been appearing above it recently – two,
three or more. Each walk along the stump of that road
is equal to giving up and means more than a mere turning
off the way. The night is as visible as never before.

And full of scent: in the same way as a leaf crumbled
between the finger and the palm: it is nice to be here,
in the landscape that does not owe its changes to the human
hand or to the nature. There’s no choice: paths open themselves
like the petals of peony. They link up and capsize steeply,
the reflections of multiplied bodies fall in cascades:
two, three, or more. The amputated paths branch out: old
wounds of difficult decisions are overgrown by grass tonight.

Krajolik s tri mjeseca

Krajolik s tri mjeseca

Staza s izbojcima poput riblje kosti
koji završavaju u grmlju ili se gube
u mahovini prepriječeni žilama starog
drveća. Iznad nje se od nedavno ukazuju
srpovi svjetlećih mjeseca - dva, tri ili više.
Svaki hod uzduž patrljaka te ceste ravan je
odustajanju i znači više od pukog skretanja
s puta. Noć je vidljiva kao nikad prije.

I mirisna: na isti je način mirisao list smrvljen
između prsta i dlana. Lijepo je biti tu, u krajoliku
koji ne duguje svoje promjene ni ljudskoj ruci
ni prirodi. Izbora nema: puteljci se otvaraju sami
kao latice božura. Ulančavaju se i strmo ruše,
padaju u kaskadama odsjaji umnoženih tijela:
dva, tri ili više. Račvaju se amputirane staze:
stare rane teških odluka noćas zarastaju u travu.