Sometimes I feel like an eagle
Seeing the big picture, soaring afar
On other days a mouse
Scurrying around for crumbs
There are days when I flow like a river
Young in places,
Eternal in others
But ever moving on!
Dark turgid waters close over
Almost sinking belief, on some days
Until it rises flailing
For another breath of life
The best days are when I feel transparent
Not soaring, scurrying or moving on
When the flailing stops,
Aglow in the warm stillness of life and light!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Made me smile at the end, thank you.