Something had passed -
bad weather
an ill feeling
a pickup truck with a busted headlight
a certain amount of time,
& it became easier to breath
to sit back & relax
to think about that time before
to see what it may have meant -
if anything,
& though memory was a part
of what was being seen
a future could be caught
in the corner of the eye
fluttering on shiny wings,
& it became easier to be alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem