asked to guess
what might be hidden inside
a box
the volume of which
I estimated to be roughly
that of a brick
I replied it might be
something that could be
handled with relative ease
but, then I felt
compelled to add that, since
my dreams were bigger than that,
whatever it was
it could never be anything
I could dream of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem