I’m talking to myself …
Some would say it looks like fierce duel.
Two interlocutors in the same frame
discussing the same shape from different views.

Sometimes I go out – into the nature,
I sit under the tree, gazing at a cow ...
How happy an animal can be
Just standing in the middle of the meadow
Not interested in the human scum at all.

I'd like to lie down in the grass
with my eyes fixed on the running clouds.
I’d like to fall asleep on the shore of fierce river
until I heard footsteps … from somewhere.

Most of all I’d like to let
quick water swirl on my naked skin.
I’d let nature to play with me,
caress me with the leafs,
cuddle me with the wind…

I’m full of things that annoy me,
across my soul the frightened spirit rush.
I have friends not letting them near,
and some, who don’t want me in the set.

And then, again, I’m talking to myself…
Some would say it looks like a fierce duel.
Two interlocutors still in the same frame
discussing the same shape from different views.

Tomaž Jevšenak