The winds of life
Whipped raw against my limbs
Clouds brushing by
I squinted
Feet blistered
Parching throat
Sweat burning eyes
Mingled with tears
I sobbed
Collapsed
As it all closed in on me
Then as if on cue
A wave of relief
A lightening
Began to flow into me
There was a gentle touch
On my shoulder
But when I looked
No one was there
Enfolded in a strange mist
My body quivered
Was this the end?
Then my toes
Gripped something
Below
Not looking
I somehow knew
It was a rock
A large one
It didn’t seem holy
As I had imagined
But I immediately
Knew what it was -
The thing
They all had talked about -
The church of the rock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem