Odsev
Vstopim v hiško ob jezeru,
objame me vonj lesa.
Pogledujem proti svetlobi,
v šipi se barva v zlato.
Na kavču je še nekdo:
moja postava izpred nekaj let,
ko sem bila nazadnje tukaj.
Sprva se ustrašim, da se bo naselila vame,
da bo s svojo rano predrla mojo zaceljeno kožo,
in bom začela pospešeno dihati,
zajemati zrak s površine.
Postava, potopljena vase,
ne vidi, da stojim z nahrbtnikom na vhodu
in jo z naraščajočo radovednostjo opazujem.
Tako dolgo, dokler se svetloba
ne stanjša v črto med nebom in jezerom.
Odsev odpira prostor globini.
Reflection
I enter the house by the lake,
the scent of wood embraces me.
I glance toward the light,
the window pane transforms it into gold.
Someone else is on the couch:
a version of me from years ago,
from the last time I was here.
At first I fear it will inhabit me,
pierce through my healed skin,
and I will start to breath faster,
gasp for air on the surface.
The figure, lost in its own world,
doesn't see me standing at the door, with my backpack,
as I watch it with growing curiosity.
I do so until the light fades
into a thin line between the sky and the lake.
The reflection gives way to depth.
(Translated from the Slovenian by Martha Kosir)
