As we journey
drift from drift-
-wood to drift-wood
She asks me:
“Where do waves come from? ”
“Who is sky? ”
“How is green?
“Why is water? ”
I do my best(I
a mere father) to answer
but she is already
listening to a shell
tell of the vast sea
inside her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem