since i have cut my roots
and gathered all my leaves
what remains of me is nothing
but twigs and some branches
they give me a name. i am a floating tree.
birds are asking if somehow we are
genetically related.
i am mimicking the winds.
and we shall soon play our games.
now i can bark like a dog.
you see, i realized that i can be
all the other possibilities.
only if i will it, then what i think becomes real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem