I Don’t Know (To Mc) Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

I don’t know what time I was born years ago,
And perhaps I will never acquire the knowledge.
I look for an answer among stars - they may know.
The stars glitter, but I don’t know their language.

Perhaps at dawn I saw this world when it woke up,
Maybe the light of the setting sun saw me first.
And where was the moon in this part of Europe?
I like to imagine this time and be immersed

In search of the hour when I gave the first cry.
Perhaps my whole life depends just on that moment,
I often ask myself, “How it happened and why? ”
Perhaps it was settled when I was an infant…