“A sequence, on the National Geographic map showing the impressive distances covered each year by migrating birds around the world.” — Cristian Mocanu.

A stork named Princess
flew over seven seas for
three months of sunshine.

The disabled child
tracking the wild geese’s route
on the NG map.

Bon voyage, old stork!
Would you send me some postcards
from South Africa?

8th of September:
Mary’s blue cloak sheltering
the youngest swallows.

Courtyard barbecue:
smoke, Christian songs, dancing,
all trying to delay
yet another heartbreak,
another separation.

Heavy thunderstorm
the cell phone networks are down.
just one feeble light:
someone presses his phone keys,
playing with all the smileys

The garden’s flooded
for the second time this year—
I don’t look that way,
yet the heart’s gaze cannot turn
away from the flood of tears

The power failure
turning all things to silence
unleashing the night:
suddenly, with each heartbeat,
the old sorrows come to life.

Nail-biting finish:
the water polo players
in the last quarter.
Even the foam’s on fire
in the hot summer evening.