SAMA

                                                                                                                           Jdu sama polní cestou,

                                                                                            která vede od nikud do  nikam.

                                                                                            Cvrčci hrají na své kouzelné housličky

                                                                                            a jejich koncert doplňuje zpěv

                                                                                            rozmanitých opeřených sólistů.

                                                                                            Odchytávám ty černé noty

                                                                                            a ukládám je do své paměti.

                                                                                            Jdu a nevnímám neúprosný tikot

                                                                                            zubatého času.

                                                                                            Uvědomuji si že červenám,       

                                                                                            to na mě zapadající kotouč

                                                                                            vlil svou rudou barvu.

                                                                                            Cesta míří směrem k usínajícímu

                                                                                            slunci a já jdu tak opuštěná

                                                                                            přímo za ním.

                                                                                             I mě těžknou víčka,

                                                                                             chtěla bych dohonit to

                                                                                            teplé slunce a usnout

                                                                                            v jeho vlídné náruči.

                                                                                            Zrychluji krok i dech.

                                                                                            Ale marně, můj kulatý přítel

                                                                                            mi zmizel za temným obzorem

                                                                                            a já zůstala opět sama.

                                                                                            Sama na rozcestí. Kudy dál?

                                                                                            Ptám se svého rozpolceného já.

                                                                                            Nikdo mi však neodpovídá.

                                                                                            Jen sýček na vysoké lípě

                                                                                            zahoukal svůj smutný sonet.

                                                                                            Pohlédnu vzhůru

                                                                                            a obrovské větve mi svými prsty ukazují

                                                                                            na první třpytivou hvězdičku

                                                                                            a srpek stříbrného měsíce,

                                                                                            tam v dáli na sametovém nebi.

                                                                                            Ulehám do vysoké provoněné trávy.

                                                                                            Připadám si tak ztracená.

                                                                                            Počítám přibývající jiskřičky a usínám.

                                                                                            Tak sama.