Long time coming, an interior space holding onto the essence
of life as it follows pathways through day and night, hoping
to stay on the straight and narrow.
Never leaving trails that take each of us to heaven event-
ually without anything happening in this life, wandering and
picking up particles along the way.
Hoping to catch up, taking a stand against all links hidden
within pockets of time, holding onto it all so as not to fall
into the many cisterns of humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem