A family like an atomic structure
walks across the parking lot,
small boy an electron
running in circles, chasing a bird.
A boy and girl a little older,
part of a stable structure,
walk in the rhythm
set down by mom and dad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny how in these times of multiculturalism and idealism of the individual. How in this world where 'It's my choice! ' is the mantra, we can still find uniformity. Perhaps thats the thing with individuals there are so many of us but only a limited amount of paradigms for us to be labeled with. By the way Max, this is a wry piece of observation and very well put.