at first
you feel so
incomplete
feeling so
lost even
then you learn
to accept
your incompleteness
your loss or being lost
you sleep and wake
up to a bright morning
after that nightmare
you look through the
window
feeling so complete
feeling found.
you are in
this ferriswheel
and you feel
how wonderful
all these
had become.
to and fro
to and fro
like a dancing
hand of
grandfather's clock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem