Don’t look the children in the eyes

a poem reminiscing childhood

because I  was a child I had my eyes above

I saw too clearly beyond clouds

then the rain came down

and grandma took me by the hand

to the beehives

I stepped into the sticky mud up to my ankles

my eyes slipped down

when I tasted for the first time

the core of the honeycomb

too sweet

 

little by little

my eyebrows thickened

from dandelion to dandelion

and baptism after baptism

the tiny stars grew roots

no more place in the sky for my eyes

 

now when it rains I search in vain

my grandma’s big and black umbrella