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
