Translated from the Polish by Elzbieta Wojcik-Leese

When time, like a debris flow rushing down a slope,
bursts open this alluvial crust, life, and mixes us with soil and stones,

I will know you by the root, by the rust on the lamina of a pinnate leaf.
I will know you by the seed and the leaf scars,
by protective scales on a wintering bud –

I will kiss you
with my lips of earth