wandering across
this near winter landscape
I have no direction
but know where I want to be
walking in my waking haze
cold and alone
I half wish the rain would
drown me
or the wind
strip me
as if a colored leaf.
but like my nearly dead counterparts
I cling with energy
holding fast to my
recently embodied dream.
the recollection
keeps me company
on my wet walk
along this gray river
It is all that remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strong images, makes me feel quite cold and lonely