oh
to just get on a tram and go there
where the forest begins but nothing arrives
only
a tram stop full of people sets off, rushes
at this speed i see red trams darting
with cheeky nonchalance over the rails
probably playing hide and seek with the stops
don’t the tram stops find their hiding places?
i fell asleep i dreamed that i could fly
and in flight i jumped into the carriage
and you’re sitting there and someone’s checking tickets
this is a ticket for the lady here – you recite like
an old poem and immediately add a second verse
we get out at the next stop
is it there, where the forest begins?
From The tram dream (Księgarnia Akademicka, Kraków 2013)
Translation from Polish by Sarah Luczaj