Heaven, S Mercy Poem by Zamir Osorov

to Marie-Claude


Suddenly
God helps me
to express myself correctly
and authentically
when we sat on the sofa
in the luxurious guest-hall
lively but hardly discussion
about the values
of cultural influences
and interactions
between East and West
on the very bad English,
my hand caught
the nice red pillow
in the shape of human heart
among the various warm gears and toys
scattered on the sofa
overfilled with love and respect
to Swiss and German Ordnung,
stability and greatness
such astonishing
visualized
in the vast number of small neat and pretty villages
hidden in Schwarzwald.