Such My A Night Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the night is turning my body, away on its back,
so that the back, rests after the entire day.

I am carrying it with joy, this way like
the watering can with water in one hand,

when second hand, I am holding a fresh loaf
of bread. it is baked until well done for you,

and now, I am carrying, with the salt.
so take, and sip with water, please.

water is fresh and from our own source.

the night is still changing my body, into sides,
so that it was flexible and bouncy, at any time.