On Second Thoughts

On second thoughts, I was never
a child of nature. I compared dragonflies
to helicopters and a shark’s sharp fin
to a periscope. On second thoughts,

Cowboys and Indians out of Westerns
were, perhaps not more real,
but undoubtedly more important for me
than farmers who took milk to the local co-op

each morning at the same time, along the same route
past our house. On second thoughts,
the seven o’clock cartoon was
a hundred times more exciting

than any storm, no matter how wild,
which broke out over Morost. On second
thoughts, for years the only real sunset for me
was one in black and white.

Premislek

Premislek

Ce dobro pomislim, nisem bil nikoli
otrok narave. Primerjal sem kacje pastirje
s helikopterji in ostro plavut morskega
psa s periskopom. Ce dobro pomislim,

sta bila zame kavboj in indijanec
iz vesterna, ce že ne resnicnejša,
vsekakor pomembnejša od kmetov,
ki so vozili mleko v vaško zadrugo –

vsako jutro ob isti uri in po isti poti
mimo naše hiše. Ce dobro pomislim,
je bil ogled risanke ob sedmih zvecer
neštetokrat razburljivejši dogodek

od še tako divje nevihte, ki se je
razbesnela nad Morostom. Ce dobro
pomislim, je bil zame leta edini pravi
soncni zahod tisti v crno-beli tehniki.