Connie on Nostr: Gratitude I owe a lot who I don't love. The relief with which I accept who are more ...

Gratitude

I owe a lot
who I don't love.

The relief with which I accept
who are more loved by another.

The joy of not being me
the wolf of his sheep.

I am at peace with them
and at liberty with them,
and love cannot give that
He doesn't even know how to take it.

I don't wait for them
in a coming and going from the window to the door.

Patient
almost like a sundial
I understand
what love does not understand;
I forgive
what love would never forgive.

From the meeting to the letter
not an eternity passes,
but simply a few days or weeks.

Trips with them are always a success,
the concerts are heard,
the cathedrals visited,
the clear landscapes.

And when they separate us
distant countries
they are countries
well known on maps.

It's thanks to them
that I live in three dimensions,
in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
with a real horizon for mobile.

They don't even imagine
how much is in your empty hands.

"I don't owe them anything,"
love would say
on this open topic.

— Wislawa Szymborska