FIONA SIMPSON

 
The Rain-glass

Flawless water – blank like a lens –
lies where it’s least expected.
Your foot sinks through a world
rendered clear as dream;

bell-clear, water sounds on all sides.
Drains and pipes ring, rinsed
to a concrete vowel
of culvert, a gutter’s tinny flow:

bright distractions filling eye and ear
till the world shakes clear
in collisions of bin-lids, wind-milled trees,
which free

some particle of you –
undressed and new.

Lavinia Zainea

Barometrul

Apa fara de cusur- transparenta ca o lentila-
E unde te astepti mai putin.
Piciorul ti se afunda intr-o lume
clara ca un vis;

Clinchetul apei se aude din toate partile,
Scurgerile si tevile suna, clatite
pana la o vocala concreta
de apeduct, scurgerea mica a unui sant

stralucitoare, te distrag umplandu-ti ochii si urechile
pana ce lumea se limpezeste, cutremurandu-se
in coliziuni de capace de lada si copaci-mori de vant
ce elibereaza

o particula din tine-
dezbracata si noua.