'...og! '
You command
the language
&
it
obeys you.
Providing you
with a dog.
A sleepy dog
who when he hears you
wakes up
trundles over to you
slumps
at your feet
& then
goes back to sleep.
You
the Queen of Words.
'Ahhhh...og! '
you stroke
the word
& it obeys
your every whim.
'Dog! '
I say.
He opens an eye
&...looks away
as if to say:
'Who's him...then? '
Ahhhh....my little cave girl
I love
your little explorings
of the tongue
and how
the world comes
when it is bidden.
'Dada! '
you pronounce
& I
to
come at once
tied to
the invisible string
of your
voice.
*******
'The stars...'
you explain
to me
'...grow heavy
& fall as snow.'
'How do you know? '
I ask.
She looks at me
as if I am stupid
and doesn't even deign
to explain any further.
'I just..know! '
My five year old
dances amongst fallen stars
a universe
holds its breat
snow still
in the sky
me so very small
reflected in her eye.
*******
HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE
Captured in puddles
my daughter pokes it with sticks
...moon cries for its sky!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never did like ice cream anyhow!