This too shall pass

He dances quite strangely, but very rhythmically
This rhythm calms Gerasim's mind
As if suddenly everything decides to calm down
And get off this train at their stops
They jump onto their shelves, as if into their own place
Well, you know what I mean
All these scraps stop rustling
They wrapped themselves into their zero position
And no longer intend to unfold
Gerasim feels as if he's inside a noise
That doesn't make a noise
A plastic bag that doesn't rustle
Spoons that don't clink
People who don't nag
They all start moving very rhythmically
And rhythmically
Gerasim continues to dance
Taking a quick look around - a pause
Because those unloading Gerasim start looking around
They're slightly offbeat - they turn around
Sometimes looking as if they're about to strike
And then quickly step back
They approach again
Pretending to go the wrong way
Turning around and preparing to strike
But not at me or anyone else
It all looks very, let's say, wrong - unnatural
Gerasim keeps dancing to the rhythm and observing
It's not like he's staring
He's just keeping an eye on these movements