On an empty page I place
a poem into which my
reality slips, an empty space,
an open door through which I
walk out of this world. I look back:
the door is closing fast,
and through the tiny crack
I can no longer see who it was who passed
through, eventually to stand
here, a stranger in an unfamiliar land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem