In the distance, the city rumbles.
Pounding empty streets.
Shards of the day.
There, the mere illusion of light.
Here, spring brings the sun,
Sweeping away the puddles.
Streams sparkle, hiding in droplets of water.
Mistily entranced
We embrace.
Anna Maria Mickiewicz,
Translated by: Tom Wachtel
London, March 2011