Some consolation

Andrzej Dąbrówka

Some consolation (photo-poem)

It’s easy to bring solace to a friend

who needs just two or three

new photos

of water drops from rain or dew

whatever

as only remedy against this spleen.

Here we go, Margareth,

be aware however

that Looking at dew-drops is more demanding

than a philosopher could have foreseen

rising up early

being the least pain

You’ll have to learn,

my friend,

to turn
your eyes away

from sky’s folk

close to birds

so push away

the creepy clumsy hands

of red woodbine

unstoppable in braiding itself

into one’s hair

Don’t dare to look

in the light-bringing
hart

of the o so innocent morning glory

however subtle is her pale-blue face

you might get lost there

and dissolved

Don’t curtsy

to the lonely proud queen dahlia

however admirable is her head

crowned by herself with red repeatedly

as do sky-high the mallow and the rose

Ignore the Indian yellow

of the marigold

stop, wrong, no,

here you may keep looking

quite down-to-earthly you came close

to this short lesson’s proper destination

Go slowly now

with the departing ones

keep them company

as they fly,

fall,

climb,

slide

See them

bear burdens of each other,

of small dirt

Feel on your skin

their being spat on

by tear snails

Don’t try to add

or shed here anything

but look as clear as’t goes,

there it is

the sky

you see the sky

and sun again

the same as that one up there

go for’t!

© A. Dąbrówka 2012

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