We sat in the fake city lights of the city
talking and looking back
at our lives spent a part.
Reflecting is what he called it,
like the light reflecting from
the moisture of our breath in the cool
midnight air.
And our lives were put out there in our breath.
His intrigued me,
so much life was in his breath,
so much wisdom and knowlege.
This was a life that I wanted to know.
I talked with him more
in hopes that I would catch a breath
of his life.
And then I knew I found a friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing poem Katherine. I like the imagery, particularly light and life reflecting in breath and through breathing out. Cool!