Ardita Jatru writes

One day we will get on the train

One day

we will get on the train

We will sit silently inside windows

in drawn faces and aging bodies

without shoulders

and will wait whistle arrival at the station

and then detrain out of sight

and move to a place with soft soil

we will find a small house as a body

and lie down

our heads on a pillow of stone,

with empty pockets.

At that moment we will fly over the open roof

a flock of dreams in colors that we did not apprehend.

We will lengthen our eyesight,

but we will feel like a weak plant

with curved body

that is ready to surrender to the land. 

--tr. Laureta Petoshati 

 

 Over the Town -- Marc Chagall