THE LOST TREES

The Kaunas Sea that flooded the trees of my childhood at times becomes lower and then the stumps of former powerful oaks that now turned into birds, wild boars, dragons, and rockets try to tear of their roots in time to reach the shore until the water didn’t reach them.

I lie on soft grass on my back as in old times and watch the forms of former trees.

The stump reaches the sky, cuts into a cloud, pushes it aside in order to see the sun. The wind brings some grass, and the stump greedily smells its odour. Suddenly a young tree shoots up swinging its branches and defending the old one from the coming wave.

Let it be. I am also waiting for my wave…

Aleksandras Macijauskas, Neveronys 1981