The one who follows her own worn out breath

to a strange land

is looking for reason to run away,

because one day

every granary will be filled up

and even boiled wheat will wave anew.

The one tumbles from

a cloud into the open sea.

Is looking for a reason to run away,

because not every sea,

even the Black Sea

can drown you

if it knows your name.

The one who strips off her own skin,

and assigns a guard to it,

is looking for a reason to run away,

because one day

every dragon will fall asleep,

and every trace of sobriety and alertness

will be overcome.

The one who plants teeth in a field—

will harvest starvation—

a reason to run away,

because the mole-crickets will gnaw

at the roots of each Goliath

who rises from the earth.

The one who falls in love with a stranger

(a high-speed vessel)

is looking for a reason to run away,

because one day

everyone will return

to that river bank

where she left one sandal.

You, who are looking for yourself,

don’t come closer,

stay in the field tonight,

a long time has passed since our rivers

ceased bringing gold.

But only the fish illuminate there,

and the distance between words

infects me…

inflames me…

and if not for these ways,

I’d leave you,

I’d bore you.

And as calmly

as a nymph draws milk for a bath,

I’m looking for a reason to run away—

the killing of children.