they search meanings:
a bike on top of a mountain
mists below
fog and smoke
and trees thick with leaves
some hands
reaching for the clouds
while you watch
from the top with a friend
telling you
that you have been a fool
on borrowed
sneakers stolen by
a kindergarten
mountain kid whose
grandma is sick
and dying and
looking for eternal
herbs
the climb has been
hard
all efforts spent
like wasted
time of an old man
childless
till the end
now it is time to go down
slipping like
water of the drain
down down
and you feel like
shrinking
looking for meanings
seeking for something that heals
like art
and yes, poetry, this daily breakfast
on words
fat and sickening
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem