How can you tell
what the hunt looks like
what shape
or form
(or is there no shape
or form to begin with?)
it will take
in the winged mind
scouring the bedrock
of hope
of despair
destiny like a rainbow
defiant and daring
yet elegant and inerrant
the hunt juxtaposed
between the hunter
and the hunted
or the game
and the gamer
sometimes you are a victim
innocent as Life
immersed in the hunt
only playing
hide and seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem