A woman comes up to me. She says
‘we are parallel, meeting at infinity,
let's run' _

Shall we wait? Shall we wait until
the children are big and the strawberries
red, they are too pale, too small, too hard.
Shall we wait until evening has come
and the night we still want to sleep on _

She hooks her arm through mine as an infinity symbol _

Shall we wait for a first step
so enormous you could pitch
a tent between our legs
where new children can camp,
strawberries can ripen and no one
can get around summer _

And we run. With our arms
we swing out a beat that suits us _

Translated by David Colmer