Читать книгу Magyarázni - Helen Hajnoczky - Страница 13

Állatkert

A K-car or school bus or Suburban to tour the

living bestiary of the plains. Point and this is

the North American land-dwelling water horse,

the mountains, cold north, snow, and each hide

is a map splotched with continents, aerial views of

possible worlds where a cow is a hippo, where a

hippo is a horse, where Hungarian is Latin, where

the Suburban is broken down at the Petro-Can just

outside of town, bus broken down in the Kananaskis,

K-car stuck in the city snow. Black squirrels

scramble up birch trees, cows graze, a field

of hay bales a bowl of giant Shredded Wheat and

the time rolls by, foothills roll into Rockies, snow

settles, packs into ice on the sidewalk. You are

a quiet little creature, snow mammal,

prairie dweller, adapted from a temperate

climate, the rhythm of your hibernation,

the Latin of your silly jokes.