the incredible

-after Marin Sorescu

I have touched the incredible

Then I moved in with him

And I  am barely comfortable 

With the thought

Because I have only

Gotten to know him at the surface 

And the surface is a thin

Thin layer of ice 

On which I am skating

But the incredible

Is also beautiful 

Like an exquisite bulb 

Made from oh so many 

thin layers

And I am reaching out

Trying to touch

It’s fiery core

Knowing that 

This too would be just

The beginning 

Of many more 

Incredible layers

--and a more faithful translation from Catalin Florea

The Incredible

I have touched the incredible
And I moved into it,
Somewhat.

But this is only the surface.
The pellicle.

There are many levels 
Of incredible.
(That's why you cannot believe it)
Like the many layers
That make a bulb.

And the fiery center of the incredible
The core, the pith
The unbelievable of the unbelievable
It is also just a beginning.
The surface layer,
The pellicle...

And so on.