We came back from the rush
with a night flight.
We are swimming in the light
of a late afternoon,
blameless, with lost memories.
Outlandish the stillness in us,
a reflection of the outer world.
There is no wholeness or clarity.
Flies are sleeping on our walls.
Unexpectedly, from outside,
the shout of a child.
An old feeling has been awakened.
We want to live.
Linocut by Galya Popova