A Little Bit About the Soul by Wistawa Szymborska
I think, like all of Zimborska's poems, if not all of them by Joanna or Joanna, I'm not sure which Tresiak it's called a little bit about the soul. A soul is something we have every now and then. Nobody has one all the time or forever. Day after day, year after year can go by without one, only sometimes in rapture or in the fears of childhood. It nests a little longer, only sometimes in the wonderment that we are old