Image and poem by Oleg Yuzefpolsky
Dressed in skin of awe,
i leave my house in the direction of clouds,
friends say, i’m crazy,
they say, you can’t follow the sky,
but i am a slave of pristine true air,
and so i go.
i have no time,
so i’m never in a hurry.
days united with nights in one ra,
moments united with centuries in one love movement,
why trouble lovers ?
taking my flesh of generations for a walk in a forest,
i quietly gaze…
here, here, here !
let me move away,
the gates of kingdom are opening,
thunder at my back,
thousand lions at my heart,
i go far away from what i know.
if you want, you can still find me-
just look at the sky