i open your book of poems
just like old priests open the bible
in search for masked predictions of future –

and just like those priests i find
that the future doesn’t change,
only the moment when we contemplate it

just like the heart that my child will draw on some train’s window
will always be a heart even if
my child isn’t born yet
and that window is still merely sand.

© Liliana Negoi

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