ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA

THE TAMING OF TIME

I returned home

And the hearts of old clocks began to revive.

I like it when they play merry melodies

And tap out dancing rhythms.

The calendar lost a lot of pages

And turned the past into present.

Again,

I forgot about something and didn't do it.

I do not despair, I do not spin a vision of a parallel reality.

I accept the present day.

And bear the consequences of my errors.

It is hard, but I cannot change the course of history.

I smile indulgently at my reflection in the mirror.

We patiently tame the time together

And turn an enemy into a friend.

Over the years,

I have learned to approve of my imperfection.

THE DRAWER WITH MEMORIES

In the modern world,

full of rush and brilliant inventions,

I am a living relic of a bygone age.

I keep some strange treasures

and a sheaf of yellowed letters

inside a sentimental drawer.

I impart colours to the faded memories

and I allow the past moments to return.

Just for me

the lilacs bloom again in a long-gone garden.

The dried four-leaf clover foretells good luck.

Someone, who is no more, worries about my health.

Love spells, from many years ago, return to me

and the withered petals of red roses smell intense.

From the position of an omniscient being

I read the sentences from the old correspondence.

I carefully study the art of life

and gain respect for these by-gone events.

CONVERSATION AT BREAKFAST

We remain like two lanterns on a narrow street

alienated by the light of day,

separated by the darkness of night.

For a short moment

the pale light of dusk envelopes us.

Between you and me

there is a black asphalt of loneliness.

In the depths of puddles

the world without colors can be seen.

All is seemingly calm,

only the mild wind wrinkles reflection.

The leaves from the trees fall to the ground

just like our dead, dispassionate words.

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA