An angel's hand
Maple leaves are rustling under my half-blind dog´s paws.
Heavens, what an autumn! Angels are in flight
without becoming visible, and they toy with destinies.
The sea-bay´s sparkling. The unemployed are fishing
on the jetty.
The one I love´s asleep, naked, in a big brick house.
You can´t step into anyone´s life
Without asking permission.
I hesitate on the threshold,
but the angel´s hand is firm.
My dog´s been my friend for well-nigh sixteen years.
It´s as if the angel were offering
a mixed bowl of grief and happiness.