i hurry
to reach this place
but when i arrive before
time
i realize i do nothing
except to
stare at something
that stares at me
too
like we are strangers
wanting to know
what we are
with our long
gazes
this is a mirror
but i am not
seeing
my own face
it is yours
which i have not really
touched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem