out-box #5

my yesterday's arrival to Warsaw like Your cheerful "home! home!" a few months ago
I opened the window in the long-not-aired flat; warm fragrant May came in, in spite of the calendars.

I've failed not to think
failed in the shopping center, in the old part of the city and in the university library
I'm working
I'm watching the tree on my street getting greener and greener
I've stopped crying
my longing is less dramatic
but more
confused.

I'm wondering what all those people who have grown quiet these days are doing – or whether You got the parcel – or what this summer is going to be like
no prospects so far
but the sun is already here
warmin'
.