Translated by John Irons
I was so well-practised in waiting
that I gave a start when someone came;
I had never heard of him
recognised him as soon as he spoke
so that I didn’t think in terms of waiting.
Two gorillas, Lust and Gluttony,
guarded the gate from above;
in a ship camouflaged with sheets
we entered the city, passing below them.
The bag of tarts remained closed,
spared from my mouth for years already;
there was never time, extra time,
to escape delay.
We are now so practised in waiting
that, like a child, it’s part of us.
Ivan Ivanovski:: Drempel:: Threshold