Rays of rising sun
sprout through the pine forest,
resembling a girl who examines her flesh-colored stockings,
stretching them on her fingers.
The day promises to be just a day and nothing else,
and the shaggy giants of trees
slowly move their monster-paws
like enormous centipedes rearing on their hind legs.
All this resembles the time
when dinosaurs were in fashion,
and your ancestor was as small as a cat.
He hid in a tree
and kept waiting for the right time
to enter this world
as a stranger with a backpack.


(Translated by Sergey Gerasimov from Russian)