My sight has gone
I see nothing as it was
Or intended to be
The emerging lives intertwined
Creating the other life separate
From individual experiences
But this new person's
Way of being
Is fragile sensitive, longing
The struggle is to have
Equanimity between me
And myself
And herself
Moments arise bare, raw
Open to discussion
Although reticent
I must remind myself
Of the miles between
As a barrier monumental
With change of intent
I must be careful
Not to misread her poems
So I run slowly
In circles
Hoping to see again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem