unless you hear the sound
of the footsteps of the ant
pulling a grain of rice
below your feet
as you swallow the
chunk of tuna in
your mouth
unless you feel the corpuscles
of white blood bumping with
the red blood cells inside
the veins in your
heart
unless you know how to
wait for the turtle
to finish its trip from
one river to another
unless you have the time
counting the needles of rain
falling on your rooftop
unless you know how to wait
for another rainbow to appear
between the mango and
coconut tree
unless you know how to embrace
and hug sweetly another
insomniac night
you will never reach the place where
your secret dreams are buried
covered by the diamond sands
and guarded by angels with hair
made of gold. There you shall have
your final rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem