In the ruins

Between the trees of the old park

Brick fence

with cast iron bars in wide and high openings

behind them human silhouettes are flocking

hands stretched out in supplication

A ladder leaning on the earthen terrace

I want to climb up

although the light there too is dim

And more human silhouettes forming the crowd

with hands raised imploringly

level below the ladder

which they cannot climb



The road leads to the ruins of the great cathederal

Rubble

Sharp pointed window arches

There is no sun

no blue sky

black abyss above the ruins

without stars

I have stood in a nave without a roof

in front of the altar

and light appeared from above

and monstrance

and the Voice that spoke

I Am Who I Am

Apple tree

Sandy path

along the tramway track

Trams stopped running

No one needs them anymore

Lush green grass

Intensely green tall trees

The path leads through alternately sunny and shady places

There are no blocks of flats

no houses

no cars

Only silence and calm awaiting

A young family is resting on the grass

An apple tree growing nearby

with four beautiful apples

I am approaching and picking only two of them

And I see you both heading towards me from the distance

Looking just as I remember you from my childhood

You - dressed in a suit - are stepping forward

since you have spotted me from afar

and joyfully exclaiming that these two apples will be enough

pictures- Warsaw, Bemowo