On the bus to the airport
with my son
not to catch a plane
but just to sit
in the domestic departure lounge
watching the aircraft taxi
to their stands.
Two years ago
we flew from northern winter snows
via Singapore's sweltering equatorial sun
to the welcome of a southern summer.
At a cottage by an ostrich farm
we saw the vastness of the heavens
the Milky Way resplendent
with more stars than ever we saw before
in a dark and silent sky
then woke in the morning
watched the sun break
over distant snow-capped peaks
A month later we followed the sun
setting over the equator
as we flew from autumn
back to spring.
Today we leave the far-flying planes
and head for our homebound bus.
© Gerald England
Composed: Manchester, 17th March 2003
Publication
2006 Parameter (UK)
LA AEROPORT
Cu autobuzul spre aeroport
alaturi de fiul meu
nu pentru a prinde un avion
ci doar spre a sta
in domestica hoinareala a plecarilor
pandind taxiurile avioane
spre standurile lor.
Acum doi ani
am zburat din zapezile de iarna nordica
prin soarele ecuatorial inabusitor din Singapore
spre binevenirea de vara sudica.
La o vila de langa o ferma cu struti
am vazut grandoarea cerurilor
splendoarea Caii Lactee
cu mai multe stele decat vazusem vreodata
in cerul intunecat si tacut
apoi ne-am trezit dimineata
si am privit falia soarelui
peste distantele scufii inzapezite ale piscurilor.
O luna mai tarziu am urmarit soarele
apunand peste ecuator
in zborul din toamna
inapoi spre primavara.
Iar acum lasam avioanele zburand departe
si ne indreptam spre autobuzele cu destinatia acasa.
~de Gerald England~
(in romaneste de Andrei Dorian Gheorghe)
Publication
2003 SARM (Internet)
