MAGGIE SAWKINS

Date Unknown
 

I will walk up a path
policed by poplars
the sky will be cloudless and blue.

In my hand an empty suitcase
scented with lavender,
swinging.

A patient will skitter past
in raincoat and scarlet slippers
and I’ll tip my head.

In front of a circle of lawn
and gothic fountain
will be a redbrick building

that could be a mansion but isn’t.

She’ll be leaning against
a glass doorway
with lightness in her hair

like a girl from a Hopper painting,
except she is smiling.

I will walk towards her,
take her bundle of clothes,
unbuckle her hands.

A doctor will appear
as if from nowhere to wish
her well.

As we turn to go faces will stare
from darkened windows,
flowers will curtsey

trees uproot themselves
sprout wings
and fly.

Alina Olimpia Miron

Maggie Sawkins
 

Data necunoscuta

Voi urca pe o carare
strajuita de plopi
cerul va fi albastru si senin.

In mana-mi o servieta goala
mirosind a lavanda,
se leagana.

Un pacient va trece in fuga pe langa mine
in impermeabil si cu papuci stacojii
iar eu imi voi inclina capul.

In fata unei peluze sferice
si a unei fantani gotice
va fi o cladire fara traditie

care ar putea trece drept un conac dar nu este.

Ea se va rezema de
usa de sticla de la intrare
cu paru-i luminat

precum o fata dintr-un tablou de Hopper,
doar ca ea zambeste.

Voi pasi catre ea,
ii voi lua legatura de haine,
ii voi desclesta mainile.

Un doctor va aparea
parca de nicaieri pentru a-i ura
sanatate.

Pe cand ne intoarcem ca sa plecam
chipuri ne vor scruta de la ferestre intunecate,
flori ne vor face reverente

copacii se vor dezradacina
aripi le vor incolti
si vor zbura.