Mária Ridzoňová Ferenčuhová - IN TIDES

They simply came out of the woods.
As a herd, slowly,
they made their way to the city,
hooves clopping
on asphalt.
Traffic parted
as cars pulled over
to the side of the road.

Roes and does
headed for the suburbs
kneeling in front of gates,
on lawns.
Folding down their bodies
on pavements, on roadways,
at crossroads.
They bleat at us monotonously,
but baulk
when we reach
to stroke their heads.

Every day
new and novel species
appear, get used to us.
They approach us,
look us in the eye,
lead us out to sea.
Without fear
we stop breathing.

Translated by Juana Adcock