Backpack
Once
-halfway to crest
-or the peak
-chose to sit…
In backpack
-had gathered
-collected
-seashells and
-rolling stones
-and fossils…
Opened bags
-stretched my findings
-became a scientist…
Avoided the nonsense
-rejected the insane.
In each saw beauty
-miracle of being…
"Years of time
-has turned all
-upside down
-heights turned seas
-oceans…peaks…"
Question ran down spine:
- "When will I be which one? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem