Poem written on a journey from Olomuc to Brno, through the old lands of Bohemia and Moravia, in today's Czech Republic.
Reflections in the window
of reality. As
it was in that moment
when we were sitting opposite
in the carriage. Stopped in the mist
near Austerlitz. When
the other one suddenly moved.
It was us that silently moved.
And we laughed as we remembered
ourselves; and how we were fooled