Hannu Mäkelä

I Ask Time for Words
 
I ask time for words
but the garden is silent, waiting
for rain. A candle
burns steadily as fate.
Tea gone cold in a cup. A dark day,
the phone doesn't ring, no one answers.
I listen: sparrows
in the boston ivy. My heart beats,
my blood flows, the silence
hammers in time.
What was before
is now alien, and the new
cannot be had for love
or money.

 
Translation from Finnish © Doug Robinson

 

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