The second night at home

I am back.

The second night at home.

Things are is still unpacked.

Last night – I got up.

No idea where I was…

My heart beating my chest.

After a long journey

A litre of slivovitz shared with someone else–

I fell down and forgot myself in autumn twilight.

The second night troubles me.

Street lights closing in from the sides -

Prowling through wires and naked branches.

I lie staring at the wall-

The shadows shooting up like clouds of smoke.

Ocean waves, medieval battles.

In a dream

The compass is turning

Having lost the magnetic field of sense:

Encounters, towns, guns, roads, lots of coffee,

Pain, peacemakers, widows, priests, rakia, mullahs,

Camps, hatred, wars, villages,

Plain mass graves, talks, curses, talks –

Any “truth” breaks into pieces like a hand grenade

In a few days.

It used to be one nation.

It used to be enemies.

Blinded.

Cynical wardens kicked them and threw them into holes.

Their hearts charred

Into the stony lust of the land of dragons

Into clouds of smoke

Medieval battles and waves…

I lie staring at the wall.

Things still unpacked.

2009.