a stream of consciousness

Written by: Mirela Balan

in the city of Dublin
the seagulls cry out their desire
to fly back to the open sea
hearing them I think of my space
reduced to the one-way sky

a stranger tells me
*priveste imaginea de ansamblu
I wonder how could I
every second shrinks my shadow
ironically I sip my English tea
when you awkward stubborn sun
make my field hurry towards a late green

I can’t swim against the stream
but unaware of a deadline yet
I linger on the streets of my poems

* priveste imaginea de ansamblu
                                     *to look at the large picture