The dream is full of things missing
letters needed to make words
a missed train to Tokyo
and I have never seen Japan,
full of needing and not finding
I grasp blindly, trying to catch
images, thoughts, slipping away
snowmen melting in the sun
carrot noses lonely on the grass
Waking, I am Shel Silverstein's rumpled circle
with the pie-shaped hole, bouncing along
humming, asking everyone
'have you seen my missing piece? '
I write a poem, hope
that that will make me whole
will let me find whatever's missing-
reach Tokyo, or
wherever it is I am supposed to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel good reading this...there is something that i can feel happy...maybe i have found the missing piece of your pie as you shared here hahahaha joking..next train must be to Happinessland..._Soul