I was arguing with an echo,
in the mountains near my home -
it made me feel less lonely,
not quite so all alone
for when I yelled, 'hush! ' it shouted, 'hush! '
and back & forth we went,
engaged in conversation
which clearly made no sense
until the end of daylight,
when, all my energy spent,
I realized that the echo
is much like the universe
what I put out comes right on back,
no better & no worse
whatever the words I shouted out,
it yelled right back at me,
just as, in life, when my thoughts ring out
into the collective sea
(of consciousness that's all about,
so close we cannot see)
thus does the universe reflect them back,
because it always mirrors me
***
arguing with an echo
is like arguing with life, itself
we'll never win, we'll never move,
we'll stay stuck upon a shelf
way up high on the mountain top
where the echoing arguments fly,
& we won't get down & we can't go home
until we set our angers by
(2002, Los Lunas, New Mexico - After watching 'Brother Bear')
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the image of arguing with an echo. Strong ending to this poem also.