Amazement

by Anna Maria Mickiewicz

he seeks refuge in the wilderness of the night,

in the darkness,

fog.

the wisdom of the curled up, wise man,

as a tree’s wound opened by a lightning,

as bent arches of the steel gates.

it no longer inspires

locked in a cage of dreams

he does not try any more

to wrestle with the Northern wind

yet the apple shines

with the perfection of the broken world