If you could be, which
would you be: the moon
or moonlight?
Would you choose to be
feathery apple blossoms
suspended by the wind,
or would you be
the wind?
If a wizard,
a generous god,
gave you a choice:
You’ll be a blue planet,
whirling ‘round the sun
or you’ll be the sun;
which would you be?
Do you wish to be the lover
or the beloved? The wishing well,
filled with cool, life-giving water,
or the wish?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Comes down like a flight of stairs