It bounces in and kicks about
If I focus upon it, it bounces out
It does not stay, but leaves a trail
And I’ll follow for hours to no avail
I strain brain cells to bring it back
But I pull up nothing, my rope’s gone slack
What do I seek? That fleeting thought-
Which reappears when my search has stopped.
(2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too true! Glad it came back to you - the idea for this poem? -chuck