I should have taken time to write
about it that early morning
the words just arrived much earlier like some visitors from
a garden
shaped like butterflies and so fragile like china
flying low and hovering in my hair
and then staying there for a while
the silence is beautiful
soft on my skin and soothing like the coldness
of the blade of a grass - herb
but i have decided to take a walk for hours
and have some breathing space
setting aside what could have been more necessary than air
what could have been more beautiful than the sunrise
i keep myself in circles and when i come back
it is no longer there
I'm so sorry for i have forgotten what is essential
this i have confided to the blanket in the room
unfolded still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand, but not wholly.