It was one of the best vodka
sessions. We thought we heard
geese honking from the barns.
We passed around and assessed the weight
of the biggest eggs which nearly rivalled
stones taken from a mountain river
and exposed to the sun until they dry
and reveal their coarse dusty coating.
None of us doubted even for a while
that each of them contained the liquid stickiness of life.
Translated by Mieczysław Godyń