I feel sorry

by Marin Sorescu

I feel sorry for the butterflies

When I turn off the light,

And for the bats

When I switch it on...

Can’t I take a single step

Without offending someone?

So many odd things happen

That I want to hold

My head in my hands,

But an anchor thrown from the sky

Pulls them down...

It’s not time yet

To tear up the sails.

Let things be.