Darja Kocjančič: Reserved for the Pilots
many of us want more –
windstroll over the fishpond sky
to the alder tree
created
out of green landscape
they chirrup
postcard from the seaside –
on a tottery table
coffee splashes
from golden undulations – the body
also sky and sea
this evening
two deep blues –
suppleness of wave
on seagull’s sparkling wings
azure mala –
following the seagull skywards
beautiful thoughts
reserved for the pilots
behind the clouds
a white-hot sun
wind in the window slats –
ciagrette
with the taste of solitude
candle for Lana –
burnt out in the gusts
of the seawind
romance on the screen –
the seat beside
remains untaken
charcoal sketch:
in each stroke
smouldered love
kiss, kiss …
chatting to each other
fire-red
evening in a tavern:
you, me
and a mayfly