The Ineluctable Estrangement

Tell me,

who would venture to ponder on today.

Until the other day

everything seemed achievable and natural.

Huddled together in the leafing labyrinth

we were contemplating the hoarfrost settle

right on the door threshold −

and the ears of snow would plunge

and thereat in our own household

we felt as if at home.

My heart,

you are of no use to anyone −

a mere pathetic embodiment of socio-realism.

You will be mislaid in some museum −

a bizarre presence amongst other severances.

The light cracks like a shadow

nestled between eyelashes

and too soon,

much-too-soon

alienation rolls

throughout our homes.

English version by Gabriela PACHIA