Waiting  

Waiting—waiting,

right now it will happen,

right now will be derailed

the borders of the world, we will be taken

away into an unknown curve of the universe,

we will speed, balls in the game of longing,

along nameless orbits.

Hi, grandma, hi, great-grandmother, hi, grandfather!

How perfectly, how elegantly you move around,

faster than the speed of light,

in the quiet chic of death,

we catch our breath and check our pace,

we tend to our fear,

we warm our souls on altars,

we ask, we ask,

we ask for so long that we get to hear the voice

that will accompany us and introduce us

to the deaf mute universe,

that will sing us a lullaby,

rock-a-bye baby, rock-a-bye baby,

from me you go out, into me you come,

when we step across the border of the world