Mornings here, in this wet valley, are good, the end of the world
as it happens isn’t on my mind too often, while I’m attending
to more important things: take one pill of euthyrox, place a quarter
of doxybactin in the cat’s mouth. Also, feed the dogs,
tell the dogs my dream, walk the dogs.
Mornings here are good, full of calm; they last until night.
trans. from the Polish Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese