Slavica Pejović
ZAŠTO POSTOJIŠ

Ti
Koji lutaš ,
dodješ pa odeš
i dimnim klobucima
Bogove prizivaš,
Postojiš još

Žar si
Rukama ispod pepela sebi te vučem,
Po žaru me navodiš mi
Da hodam
Da ne stanem

Pesmu ti pišem,
A možda ovo pesma nije,
već pismo,
koje mirisom čežnje ,
više od onih koje na promincle mirišu,
govori nekazano
pita i odgovor čeka.

Doneće ti ga vetar,
onaj neuhvatan
(kao ti što si),
u kuću stihočuvalnicu,
molitvenicu, ispovedaonicu,
Stihotvorcima i lutalicama , Istina si, oku nevidna,
neprekidno ponavljana,
A ljubav ljubavlju se naziva

Iznova…
Iznova …

PS
Ti jedini , baš tu,
početak i kraj skrivalica znaš
Tu (pre)spoznah te
Tu i vetar će stati!

30.jun 2024.

**WHY DO YOU EXIST**

You
Who wander,
come and go
and with smoky plumes
invoke the gods,
You still exist

You are a glow
I pull you to myself with hands beneath the ashes,
You lead me over the embers
to walk,
not to stop

I write a poem for you,
But maybe this isn’t a poem,
but a letter,
that with the scent of longing,
speaks more than those that smell of incense,
says the unspoken,
asks and awaits an answer.

The wind will bring it to you,
that elusive one
(just as you are),
to the house of quiet keepers,
of prayers, of confessions,
To poets and wanderers, you are Truth, invisible to the eye,
endlessly repeated,
And love is called love

Again…
Again…

PS
You alone, right there,
know the beginning and end of the hide-and-seek
There I (re)cognized you
And there the wind will stop!

June 30, 2024