It is midnight
when we open the tent.
(herself so young in her sleep),
the small boy next to her.
Never was time so still.
For a while I do not move.
Innocence, the horizon of this life, is silent.
Whatever its meaning
is aching [...]
There was my father's canary
in our house, in a cage,
in the kitchen hanging on the wall.
And our cat, always on the checkered
tiles below it. Why the cat lived in
the house was a mystery to me.
The death of a bird meant the death
of a man to my fat [...]