| Translated from the Romanian by Adam J. Sorkin & Carmen Firan |
CONSPIRACY
as soon as I turn my gaze
flowers bloom
nuns throw off their habits and cowls
and raise their eyes to the sky as if everything’s there
the river shrugs out of its channel
larvae dress in iridescent butterfly wings
so as to confound our expectations
neglected objects withdraw into themselves
and conspire against separation—
time-worn ropes tethered to a pair of fixed points:
the water we emerged from and the water we pass into
floating white petals blush
as soon as I turn my gaze
OSIRIS 68
Osiris Poetry 