The ice has gone.
Behind the windscreen
you can now grasp
a handful
of wind
like a small helpless bird
dropped from the nest
which searches
only for the warmth
of your hands
and blood.
(Henrikas Nagys)
More Poetry from Henrikas Nagys:
- Five Unwritten Leters (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
- The Profligate Sons (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
- Laterna Obscura (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
- To My Brother (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
- Journey Into Night (Henrikas Nagys Poems)
- Tabula Rasa (Henrikas Nagys Poems)