Without Heroes
Gabor Gyukics
a ripe pear finds its way through the branches
reaches the ground and explodes in my intrusive palms
I wash the goo off with fresh rainwater
collected in the well ring next to the draw well
the rain finds every gap
falling from zero point to zero
breaks through every heavy duty terrain
and calms down when it evolves
to become a stream that makes
the frogs quiet their croaking
the crickets their chirping
I place my palm on the ground
I feel the heartbeat of my mother
I hang the piking basket
to dry
on the hook of the counter brace
in the shed