one for the road
that is the last thing
and i had it
one for the road before saying
good night to my friends
who must leave me
because i have decided that i
do not belong
to them or
their causes anymore
there will be no deaths between us
we part
now i must plunge
into the river
of my own doing my own making
the water is in my mind
moss grow on my head
fish start swimming in my brain
there are turtles in my tummy
carrying my own houses
to my long journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem