Turning Point

Someone is knocking at my door,

But I still hesitate to open it,

For the knocking on wood

Has an unforgettable rhythm

And the sounds circle

The dwelling where I reside.

Someone is beating the 'toacă' for me

To chase away the shadows around

And to protect me from evil.

But what if I am the one driven

Towards nowhere, now as I leave

And set out to depart,

So that the place may remain holy?

Monica Pillat

From the volume "The Cell Without Walls", forthcoming from "Spandugino" Publishing House.