Old age, serene, beyond joy or sorrow
beyond expectations. It evaluates its time without
impatience which it almost doesn’t consider; it loses
itself before a hornet that dives deep in its buzz,
before a glass with its clear circle floating in the air.
Quiet, endless period after the responsibility and
the action, silent, sweet period, like a woman in bed,
a woman after an orgasm, who joyously weights
the soft heaviness of man’s genitals in her palm.