At times, it is the childhood scenario:
Losing the parents in the store or mall,
The puzzlement, the quickening panic,
Each aisle a corridor of emptiness-
Or total strangers. Running,
The child runs, runs blindly
Through a wall of tears,
The undreamed nightmare dreamed:
Abandoned, no way out
Among the grown-up racks;
The wails, the impassive looks of strangers,
Unrelenting fear.
The biological face, recognition,
Reclamation, reunion,
Lost and found,
A child's promise
Not to let go of that hand again
In strange places.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem