Between

From time to time
I try to imagine
what a big boss or a policeman
could think about
and often
it's not so hard, indeed.

Sometimes
I strive to fancy
what a strange man
or a stray dog on the street
can feel
but seldom I am able to.

When I attempt
to turn to a light rain
or to a breeze
or to a heron
above the trees and waters
or
a gray stone by the road
polished
by thousands of feet
it always is as fun and easy
as quite impossible.

Well,
probably
not everything
in the entire universe
can be perceived
with mediation of words or
by means of poor
yet so pathetic efforts
of the human's mind.

At least, not me.

Perhaps
the world's much richer
and
a metaphysical reality
already waits for me
right round the corner
of the old
little
bakery.

If so,
I'll have to learn to listen
between the universe's
inhales
and slow exhales

I'll have to understand
about writing beyond the lines,
behind the letters.


I wish
it was exactly so.

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Pavel Nichkov