How hard it is, to, leave it all behind, everything that’s, happened, in our lives, too hard to, let go, a poem, translated…
You can Choose Sorrows
Floating Along that River
Get into, the Hard-to-Handle
You Can, Participate in the Secrets of the Sun
That Celebration of Midnight that Goes on
In the City
Naturally, Climbing Upward
Finding that the Buildings All Around You
Grew Taller as You’d Climbed Higher, and Higher
You Entered that Marketplace
Where People Made the Sounds of the Sunlight Loud:
With the Postcards of Barcelona,
The Handcrafted Gadgets with that Foreign Feel to Them
And that Young Lady Who’d Handed You, a Piece of Candy
All the Times Froze, Halted, Right at This, Very, Moment.
Halted at the Moment You’d Heard the Breaths of the Oceans
As You’d Walked Next to the Waves that Rolled in
Pulling out that Pathway Home to You
Wave after Wave after Wave
Time is a Stream, that Carelessly, Got Lost, in the Streams that Flowed Along
You Can, Choose Your Own Path
Be With Your Selves
Severing the Rain and the Fog, Severing the Tribe too
That Held You Tightly, in Its, Embrace
The Days Closest
Stiffened, & Cold Now
You Can, Put it Back Where You’d Found it
Like How that Friend of Yours
The News of His Lifting Off
On that, Rocket
This is on, leaving it all behind, the past, everything that’s, happened to us, but, this is, next to, impossible, because all these moments of our pasts, are what made us, into, who we, currently are, and, there’s just, NO way we can, be rid of that, no matter how hard we try, we can run, but we will, NEVER, EVER, escape from it.
Mirroring the World 