I’m sitting behind the ferns

by a brook 

the mountain trout 

are jumping in the air 

unaware   

of my presence  

lost in the midge hunt 

they don’t notice how   

I’m getting ever closer  

their bodies are sprinkled   

with blue and red specks 

what beauty I whisper  

and that’s my big mistake 

Translated by Marina Karchinova / Edited by Tom Phillips