Transformation

I haven't written a single poem in months.

I have lived humbly, reading the paper, pondering the riddle of power and the reasons for obedience.

I've watched sunsets（crimson, anxious）.

I 've heard the birds grow quiet and night's muteness.

I've seen sunflowers dangling their heads at dusk, as if a careless hangman had gone through the gardens.

September's sweet dust gathered on the windowsill and lizards hid in the bends of walls.

I've taken long walks, craving for one thing only:

lightening,

transformation,

you.

--by Adam Zagajewski