Autor: Jadwiga Gala

hot sky in July

cools in a bath of grass

steams the dew

place where a stone

once was filled to the brim

hope for life

you are water too

even though your shape doesn’t

adapt to the form

a gallery of sky, wind

carves from the clouds ever different

summer mornings

amidst the rain are

places where one can kneel

and drink the sky

drop after drop

stringed onto rays

a coral light