FLEEING

(translated by Brigitte Orešnik)

I’m fleeing

sorrow,

fear,

and love.

Fleeing arms and hearts,

fleeing rooms and fates.

The days pass,

and the skies, and the brooks.

Off fall the rose petals,

the seeds travel,

the birds migrate.

They are flying

to save their lives.

I flee from home

forced by my longing.

Then I flee home

from my loneliness.

I flee from you

out of fear

that some day

you will want me no more,

or I will not want you.

I am fleeing

to save my love.