In the Morning (Tweets, May 2012)
by Magda Kapa
In the morning, we return to the day like fallen angels.
In the morning, before memories and dreams have said goodbye to each other.
Before light has taken our bodies back.
Before we need something, and after we’ve had everything.
In the morning, we’re thrown out of our dreams like banished dictators.
Magda Kapa tweets as @MagdaKapa and keeps a regularly updated blog, I was not born in English, where she writes: “It takes me too long to write anything: a day, three trains, one hundred poems, a few deaths, one sorrow and the present tense.”