Dekleva Milan:
Blind Spot Of Time

Sleep, my child.

Breathe innocence into the silence of the night.

Your face from inside shines.

Not in one, but in hundreds of layers,

in the mythical, simultaneous parallelism

of plans.

How many possibilities that aren’t mine!

What a will to reach over all

who had gone

and now - as guardians - keep vigil in death:

Of whom?     Of what?

Blind spot of time,

all the love that was

reused

by the only woman and the only man

has poured into you.

Blind spot of time,

you are the only clearness

of space,

the only path wrung out of oblivion,

to be its only

little bride.

Blind little bride of time.

Translated by Jože Žohar