Inertia

Inertia

We ignite suddenly, like a flash of magnesium,

and burn out on the streets of a great city.

While somewhere far away in the hot tropics

a magnolia has already bloomed.

We do not live as we wish —

we move by inertia, blindly, at random.

Only in small villages do you sleep deeply,

because the ringing of a telephone

does not wake you in the morning like a tolling bell.

Biography: Guram Kikabidze is a Georgian poet whose work explores time, illusion, displacement, and freedom through restrained yet symbolically charged language. He lives and works between languages.

Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/cars-passing-through-north-and-south-Xbh_OGLRfUM) 16. 4. 2026.

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