Seen Fleetingly, From a Train ~ Bronislaw Maj

Seen Fleetingly, From a Train
By Bronislaw Maj

Seen fleetingly, from a train:
a foggy evening, strands of smoke
hanging immobile over fields,
the humid blackness of earth, the sun
almost set — against its fading shield,
far away, two dots: women in dark warps
coming back from church perhaps, perhaps
one tells something to another, some common story,
of sinful lives perhaps — her words
distinct and simple but out of them
one could create everything
again. Keep it in memory, forever:
the sun, ploughed earth, women,
love, evening, those few words
good for the beginning, keep it all —
perhaps tomorrow we will be
somewhere else, altogether.