Clinging to beliefs and Ideas
They loosen and then release their grip on the air
tumbling, falling, their stomach in their throat
afraid of what is
afraid of what might be
afraid they might be wrong
afraid they might have been right
they join us in the dance, in the dark
not knowing, not sure
Alive, without a clue, and with a long way to go
Or a short way, or no way
Lost and Found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem