a single secret core. if I dream now
of many possible futures it is
because I cannot clearly see a way
all that falls around us, surrounds us
is their silence. time walks on cobwebbed feet
I cannot tell the world how it had been
imagined, or how it had come to pass
exactly as we had it imagined
but just this: for once in an uncharted life
there was a moment, a fork of futures
where we made a choice. in time of tumult
hold hard to that secret silence. a real
future hides in these multitudes. I am
content that I do not go forth alone
May 20,1995
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write thanks for sharing +++10 regards anju (do read mine when time prevails)