for birds to fly away and out
from a compliant measured space
great chaos must be created
for fragile reality to be severed
so each object may regain its breath
birds of passage race from every frame
to the south where your heart dwells
exchanging a few words with the mind
birds’ wings flutter in your veins
but an image shines serenely peaceful
Translated by Margita Gailitis
EN 
MK