TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY
is a pseudo-random poem in which absolute predictability is excluded. Certainties – after all, they have never existed – are simulacra in which we consistently believe, not knowing that unpredictability carries so much beauty in itself. Poetry alleviates doubts peculiar to pandemics and it does not necessarily need the most typical words to be poetry in the strict sense of the word. And I take this as an absolute certainty. Another certainty is (or was) the poem below, my New Year’s wish for the year two thousand and twenty, which I would like to use again for next year, two thousand and twenty-one, just to be sure …
One small light – blinking red
on the platform
on my right
the night before
like it was snowing, but it wasn’t
the everyday red signal, blinking.
Parallel to the tracks
as parallel octaves – still forbidden?
the last ride
in morendo and thinking
about good intentions, too much
for everyone else.
In the distance I can see the green light
full light – on my left
waiting for me to arrive
Happy New Year!