Searching

With the white cane of the blind,
I tapped the earth, seeking a human.
Sand was always swishing away below.

But today,
today
I struck solid rock,
and the depth
sent an echo
up to me:
your voice.

Olly Komenda-Soentgerath, Czech Republic (1923)
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan
(c) by Carsten Pfeiffer, Leipzig.