We were excluded anyway, why not chose to be secluded as well?
They call us samosely. Most of all, I like to go fishing in the lake
by the pine forest. There is a legend that on that fateful night
another forest glowed red. They called it the Rudyi Lis.
I often pray when I am wandering. I brim with gratitude and thank God
as you go inwards, the radiation levels increase . We know each other
in the strange road-less network. My nearest neighbour Svetlana
laughs through corn cob gums and gives me Cesium apples and milk.
I brought a good set of tools from Belarus, it took me a year to save for
had a good trade which my parents drank.
There are wolves in the forest, they howl at night but with plenty of food
do not bother us. The ecosystem has reached its own troubled conclusion.
When I lie in my room feeling the moonlight slip in like silk, there are no ghosts.
Just a new day around the corner, each one extraordinary.
