THE INVISIBLE LAYER

The day has worn in you already, and nothing

is ever effaced "just like that"

from the clumsy sketch: you rub it out

knowing that traces will remain on the paper.

Patiently, you must do it again,

to revive your own patience

and the sense of things, if you can,

because somewhere the fine layer

of underground water

which irrigated the day within you

has perhaps dried up

-day like limpid water

where images of the world settle lightly.

Translated by Stephen Romer u