Dan Coman: New mornings (poem in English)

New mornings

several times a week there are new mornings
mornings that seem as good as any other
if they don’t quite reach a meter’s height
some educational cubes for children under one
coffee no longer fits in
tobacco no longer leaves the mouth and
our love sits close between us like a cow
shedding its hair
mara walks here
walks all sorts of small bodies
for whom the air is just a toy to push quickly-quickly in the nose
these are new mornings
powdered milk rolls all over the length of them
a Chicco sun ticks endlessly over their width
these are new mornings
a meter above them
our large bodies float already belly-up

Translated by Martin Woodside with Ioana Ieronim
(source: Vilenica Almanac 2011)