Poets

The ground - still wet from the afternoon shower. Each little grass-blade persistently returns the raindrops to the sky. Having overheard this harmless dialogue, we failed to notice the nightfall - suddenly it was there, between two cups of tea.

THE BOAT WAS PACKED FULL, the coast deserted, soon to be lost from sight. We were rowing for hours, we were departing and arriving.

Unfathomable, just like when I rinse the dirty dishes in the warm, gushing water, put them aside to dry, and my face is aglow with happiness. With an unmeant easiness I open the window to let in the fresh morning air. The water is boiling, and from the silvery box I add four teaspoons of coffee.