What would describe today?
Right now
How the sun glistens
The whole field with its light
How we’re sitting
On this ledge
By the road
Overlooking the wheatfields
We talk about something else.
As I tap my feet that hangs 3 inches up,
I secretly think of you.
Your feet
would never have to leave the grass
Grasping the earth
With your long toes
You’ve always been the grounded one anyway.
I wonder
What it’s like
To never run out of words
You always
Seem to have words
For everything.
Perhaps you’d notice
The leaves
Glowing from the afternoon sun
How it twinkles the sky
Like morning stars
Or how
The wind
Gently caress
Our cheeks
Like a gentle mother’s touch
How our hair
Reaches out
To the same light.
The rustle of the leaves
That sound so much
Like a flowing river.
Jazz music fills my ears.
The smooth glide
Of the piano
Echoes the rhythm
Of the moment
Would you notice?
That I steal glances
Of you?
You look
At the clouds
Perhaps noticing
The fat turtle
Swimming in the blue sky
Slowly turns
Into a floating roast turkey
Would you
Catch me
Stealing glances
Of you?
Would I catch you?
Would you even look?
These are
The kind of thoughts
that fill my mind
As I sit here
Throwing blank stares
At the open field
Wondering what it will be
If you were sitting here
Instead of my pod.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem