I remember dad’s heavy palm
Splitting the heaven of my
Childhood in two
As buds’ crack
Ripe
As a vespers in a forgetten
Language

I remember dad’s heavy palm
Streaming clumsy over
My tender years
As a cloud suffering
For so much
Flying like a wing of
weary angel

I remember dad’s heavy palm
now when dad is briefly slumbered
under grass
and crickets concealed
in their
chirping.


(Translated by Corina Ciubotariu)