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