Page 15 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10

A leaf

I look at the sky through a sawn leaf,

it's 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

Reflectoem Poems of Malgorzata Borzeszkowska 14