At the
thermal lake
the Manchurian cranes
have canceled their journey.
They arrived when the fog cleared,
a mystery left room for another mystery. You
called me on the phone and come back home
two hours earlier. The arrival of the
cranes is a welcome sign,
fertility and loyalty,
you smiled.
We
undressed and
knelt down. On our
lips you sketched white signs,
circular, on our bellies two red points.
You invite me to respect the will of nature.
Two bows, two handbeats and a third bow.
If you’re not doing your duty I could kill

 

Translated by Eleonora Matarrese