Ten
I live in the mountains.
Three months.
I am content.
Rain on leaves.
Branches heavy with fruit.
I am ten.
I do not know
what waits for me.
Barefoot
through morning dew.
The sea —
a sedative
for thought.
Time curls
at a touch.
Fades.
2;; First City
Dust.
Staircases.
Courtyard arches.
This is how
I first saw the city.
We will die.
Hush
will take us.
“Are you asleep?”
No.
I walk awake.
Poor?
No.
Immeasurably rich.
Tomorrow
I will switch on the sun.
3;; Somewhere
Somewhere
a bee lands.
Somewhere
a ship fights a storm.
Somewhere
children sleep.
An old woman dies.
Lovers kiss.
Somewhere
rain drums on roofs.
Somewhere
evening leaves
with the sun.
And here —
my soul
learning
light.
Poems Guram Kikabidze
© Copyright: Гурам Кикабидзе, 2026
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