Light, Something Forthcoming

by Marko Pogacar

Like half of a peach
in its southern sweetness.
like raspberries, like peas.
a cow mooing
out of the white alliance of bones.
baked beans, earth’s kidneys,
meat for domestic animals.
something that breeds milk
when the roads are distant
and winter righteous and severe.
like fish, ragout, something like that.
we live quietly in the darkness of a tin can
then someone lifts the lid
and lets in sound and light;
there, suspicious white light.

Translated by Dunja Bahtijarevic, Dona Massini