Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

The Empty Bucket is Too Loud

I spent the day with no one
But you were all sitting there and smile
I felt like I was between this present time
And the past when we were all dinking and shine
But a past the never happened I felt like it was some kind of a new past
Is it a new chance or is it just my mind
I have no time to read it and find
If you were there or if it was
Only in my mind

There was this song that came out from the back
With everybody singing but saying words
That I could not clearly hear
It was like a soundtrack
Like watching a movie where I am as well
A character and a lazy watcher in his couch

Were you there buddies and gals
Did we have finally this moment together
Without the wrong part without the blur where we were trapped back then
Was it real life and no one was driven apart
Love and fury and all that thing we attended to
Was it finally where we all come true

I wish all those loves and friendships we got rid off
This emptying bucket that was too loud to carry
They all came back in a sudden
In a precise version
In a rehearsal we play again and again
Until the end of times

illustration : Andrei Tarkovsky, San Gregorio, 1983, Italy