Soon, we will reach home.
After this life or 10.
After celebrating,
Some look back at those floundering in the river
And return.
Some as ferrymen who help strugglers cross
Treacherous currents.
Others as bird that shows the way beyond gravity.
Bravest are those who become the river itself,
In which some drown, some cross, some rise above,
And all flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem