Nothing (Nafaka) Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

In which the fullness of being stands
I settle illusions withing
For the sake of evil omens
Not to bloom in spring

Nothing in which I push the questions
In which I settle the answers
For the sake of sense
Not to die out by autumn

Nothing
In which I pour the whiteness
In which I settle the freezing
For the waiting not to melt down at winter

Nothing
In which the sunshine bathes
In which I settle the light
Not to burn myself in summer heat


NISTA u koje staje punoca bica
u njoj nastanjujem privid
uroka radi da se ne prozli
proljecem

nista u koje sazimam pitanja
u njima nastanjujem odgovor
smisla radi da s jeseni
ne uvene

nista u koje sipam bjelinu
u njoj nastanjujem promrzlost
u zimama cekanja da se ne istopi
pahulja

nista u kojem se preliva sunce
u njemu nastanjujem svjetlost
vrelinom ljeta da se ne sprzim
JA