the lonely terrapin lies in the river
thrown in there by who knows who
while the photographer (me)looks on
and quite by chance
also captures some dragonflies
probably mating
the very strange thing is
none of those involved
neither the terrapin nor the dragonflies
neither me nor you
in fact no one at all
at any given moment
can make
any sense
of what
is really happening
either to them
or to us
or indeed
to anything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem