Tomorrow

(Post Valentine's Day Announcement)



Tomorrow I will buy a bouquet for the breakfast table

I will sign a post card dedicated to myself

And write myself Happy Valentine’s Day!

Tomorrow I will dust the mirror

I will ripen my lips like a luscious apple

And paint my nails flamenco red

Tomorrow I will walk barefoot and splash in every puddle

I will let the wind blow my head scarf in the air

And let the sparrows nest in my curly hair

Tomorrow I will go insane

I will elope with the Prince of Wales

And cross the Sahara on the back of a crooked camel

Tomorrow I will be impossible

I will pour the water from the Atlantic to the Pacific with a pail

And squeeze all the rose buds to bloom in a day

Tomorrow I will fall again

Down Niagara Falls

Down Sears Towers

Down Himalayas

But not in love!

Like Lazarus

My eyes in one glimpse catch

Him in his shining shoes

And fancy black slacks.

A brown turtle neck sweater

Framing his chest and shoulders

Lead my look to those naughty brown eyes

Gazing at me on the hospital bed

All kinds of tubes attached

Beep beeps of the monitor above my head.

I return Like Lazarus

From the world of the dead

Revived with a smile of his.

Zmatený

I am lost in the white sheets again

I have a fantasy from New York to Prague

No wonder I wake up like a bug

Every morning with a question.

Passion—I do not find it.

Obsession-- in abundance.

Love—I cannot fall again.

Fear—it is my guide, it is my foe.

Poetry—it is my faith, it is my hope.

Outside my window

The sparrows are chirping like in spring

And it’s going to snow tonight.

I am not the only one confused.