Kolár: Housing Estate

What you cannot see through those windows

beyond the bare hill

is the hand resting on the table,

is the man lying still

on the bed, is the vague gesture

of  the young woman in the hallway

as she remembers something that happened yesterday,

is the mouse hesitating under the draining board,

is the twelve year old boy putting on a record

of  Wiener Blut that he once saw

his parents waltzing to.

All that you see is the all-but-naked child

on the all-but-naked hill against a naked sky,

as if  what you could not see were the question

and she the reply.