One Sparrow

                    circles the bridge,
as if to signify a need, its arcs
nearly complete, dismantled
figure 8’s.

                    The river wrinkles
its reflection: like a shooting
black star aimed for its place
in an unfinished constellation.

Where is the flock?

Sky on the cusp of twilight,
the sparrow sweeps in the dark,
and your voice dangles from it,
my ears recognizing this much:

Son …

You were a man of few words
in life too. 

How I Got To Social By Nature

Society was being taken over by a new paradigm, that of sociogenomics, the belief that everything we want to know about ourselves is part social and part genetic.


Translated from the Ukrainian by Hanna Leliv