You cross a bridge and over there everybody is younger than you are:
the pedestrians, the byciclists, the trees, the statues.
It may be the time but you have not noticed it so far.
Somehow you haven't had any business in this neighbourhood.
You turn around but have a dizzy spell on the bridge.
Instead of a smooth mirror, this whirlpol of incertitude,
what to take to get home and whom you are going to find there
since you have left yourself behind a few years ago.
Translated by: Maria Bencsath