Poetry: Kristin Dimova

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Poetry: Kristin Dimova

I AND MY SILENT COMPANION
BUDDHISM FOR EVERY DAY
RED RIDING HOOD AND THE WOLF
SCENT OF AFTERNOON RASIN
SOMETIMES TOGETHER AGAIN
9:55, 5 MINUTES BEFORE THE BEGINNING
HE KNOWS
DEAR PASSENGERS
HOPE AND I
THE TRACE
FAITH


I AND MY SILENT COMPANION

 

Where is this train going,
would you please push your basket aside,
yes, there’s an empty place, so where
did you say the train was going?
I can see lands, all new to me,
and it seems we are getting nearer.

When I reach my destination, will I know it?

Will I like it?
It might be wet,
it might be an evening,
it might be empty.

Will I know the welcoming party?
Will there be such a party at all?

Then, in some kind of light,
I imagine I see children;
they play in a circle,
clapping their hands.

I loved that game.
I imagine I dash forward
and join them.

I imagine.

AuthorKristin Dimitrova
2026-05-05T14:53:20+00:00 April 13th, 2026|Categories: Poetry, Literature, Blesok no. 158|Comments Off on Poetry: Kristin Dimova