Translated by Denitsa Slavilova

I overturn the thick trees

and the roots cry out like birds

I open doors as big as houses

I hug mountains, jumping over

I push back

a big white boat

away from the dirty edge of the sidewalk

away from the wet chin of the shore

and I cross the ocean

without an oar

going home

where the earth has waited patiently

for me

wherever it is

it waits