Separation, silence,
when did these become sacred?
I think of paradox
and poetry—
reach out to pull away—
think of how easy it is,
how easy to be absent,
to be separate, silent, to pray please
please just leave me alone.
To be exposed is to be responsible.
It is so easy to turn away—
you, a storm or a falcon; either way,
vehement, without words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem