Stand at the edge of a cliff
And watch the cloud approaching.
Anticipate its embrace
Loaded with moisture and dew.
Ask for it to nourish you
Where your mother may have failed.
Dewdrops on blackberry bushes -
Lick the thorns and accept...
That for the evil of anger
There’s the virtue of forgiving.
(January 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem