The Day When The Sky Was Clear

It was mid-May in Helsinki

When the peonies are in full bloom

And the trees dress in green.

 

It was the day when freedom bursted in the chest

What would I do if I were a butterfly?

I’d stop by to smell the tulips

And the withering cherry blossoms.

 

I’d snoop on the cats at my neighbour’s window.

 

I’d then fly at one of the tables at the cafeteria in sight

And circle around the sticky juice recently spilt.

 

I’d be carried by the smell of warming Baltic sea

Back and forward through seasons and time.

 

This day the wild geese returned from their Winter holiday.

 

I’m sitting on a bench

Looking at the sun-rays playfully shining in the sea.