The lost Tarot card
doesn't know what to do.
it hadn't foreseen
getting lost &
finding itself
drowning in a puddle
as big as a lake
or so it seemed.
It smiled at the irony of
it being
a card of water
and moon
and the little boy
who will grow up
to be me
falls in love
with its
mystery.
The small boy doesn't know
it is a Tarot card.
Only that
the beautiful woman
pours eternity
from a jar
and that it
flows through
every atom
of his being.
Right now she is
drying out
in summer sun
and curling
up at her
edges.
She leaves in the mouth
of a passing dog
who snaps
her up.
The boy's tears
chasing her
into
the forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem