Page 3 - Reflectoem | Issue 04

A L E A F

Małgorzata Borzeszkowska, a
history and English teacher, lives
in Poland. She has been writing
poems for nearly 20 years, being
rewarded in many smaller and
larger poetry contests. Her poems
were published in two poetic
books and in many anthologies of
poetry. Poems were printed in
several literary periodicals, as well
M A Ł G O R Z A T A as in the online Helicopter and
Fabrica Librorum.

B O R Z E S Z K O W S K A

I look at the sky through a sawn leaf,
it is good that I only see small fragments,
extracts from the blue cocoon of the day
I can move the leaf to the right or further north
or south-
whatever comes to mind

I can cover the ugliness, cover what I don't
want to see;
I wish fear and stupidity were objects
- I could bring the worn leaf closer to my eye
and they would be gone forever
I look into this chafing and see the Scottish
tartan of clouds, beech trees and pines
dried grass, all of them like puzzle

puddles in the middle of the forest road made
of pieces,
I can arrange everything again,
erase from space and time what should have
long since disappeared

just looking at you I take the leaf away from my
eye
and so you are like a sand grandpa cut out of

colored paper,
you bring good dreams
and you stick me together when I am frozen
with fear,
when God looks at me through the sawn leaves