THE TRAIN FOR A SOLITARY PASSENGER

In a single day the autumn arrived

Dear Lord, make everything be right

and you are the one who knows what’s right

The suitcase on the deserted coast of the Black Sea

packed for a long trip

and in it all sorts of unnecessary whatsoevers

the passenger travels on the train which is himself

all the stations are just his

all the suitcases overloaded with messy burden

belonging just to him

the wind has blown so many tears through the open window

into the scenery which passes by with the rumbling chugga chugga

no use of chugga chugga no use of chugga chugga no use

whose is the voice in the night

the music is twisting you while you are

staring in your empty compartment

all the seats neatly labeled

and there’s nobody to enter

not even the conductor to charge the no-way ticket 

                                                                                    Translated Maja Pešić