Vojislav Karanović (Војислав Карановић)

The scene extends to the verge of my look,
Then it soars down. The rain
Pours down the gutter. The pool
That is being formed in the hollow on the asphalt
Will cheat someone with its reflection.  
The grass sways, the earth shivers.
The mole cricket, horrified, startles
In its narrow passageway.     
Vertigo wavers
On its glass stalk.  
Darkness disperses like dust.
I am always surprised by light.
The tips of my fingers have bloomed.
Slightly swinging
The world around me exists.