I sat down <br />on a bench <br /> <br />gazing at small cascades <br />on Grajcarek <br /> <br />hearing the swoosh of water <br />falling down <br /> <br />I am wondering <br />what next... <br /> <br />the time has stopped to myself <br />in Szczawnica <br /> <br />as if I had a plenty of it <br />for this moment of reverie <br /> <br />I am going to think of it <br />tomorrow <br /> <br />(transl. by Annaya Chomczyk)<br /><br />Dorota Szumilas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-next-10/
