The Smooth Boys who would cross our lives
with their song – had not yet been conceived.
Earth had not unsheathed them
like slender rain daffodils. All night
we stood on the terrace observing the hill
our faces agape as stone-lions’ jaws
to cheer at the instsnt transformation of matter,
to deliver ourselves
from time-ridden masters.
We fell asleep.
In the midst of our assurance came the changes
leaving no trace on the glag-stones which glowed
with dew, robbing us
of the endearments
infusing us with monkeys’wild blood.
Blind and proud in the morning
we ore out all the rain daffodils, a moment before
the singing faces would burst forth within them.
A moment before the wonderous stranger
would change our lives.
Translated by: Irit Sela