Mondays I wear fundamental black.
For patient beginnings.
Close to the border, I wake up
in a dusty existence
by a window without curtains.

I rehearse the war,
the growth of my frozen children,
the walking, the loving, the singularity.

I am born under surveillance and
to me all things appear significant;
the imperfect good intentions,
the miracles which exist only in books.

Maria Stadnicka is a writer, freelance journalist and lecturer. Winner of 12 Romanian National Poetry prizes, she worked as a radio and TV broadcaster. She has lived in Gloucestershire, England since 2003. Published poetry collections: O-Zone Friendly, A Short Story about War, Imperfect. Further details about Maria's work and portfolio available on her website www.mariastadnicka.com Read other articles by Maria.