NOSTALGIA OF STAYING Poem by Ivan Slamnig

I walk a bit
it rains a bit
I stop over in some entrance
the rain stops
I walk a bit
and then it rains again
and I stop over in some entrance
my umbrella is closed
and water trickles and
falls down in drops
from the palms of leaves
a truck passes by
then another
then a tram
then a third truck
all newly wet
and I'm holding my wet umbrella
standing
and I imagine myself
playing the role of a wandering knight
in some ballet

A little bit more and I'm going to brandish my umbrella
like a sword.