we gather the leaves of the buri palm
sort them and cut them to desired
width and lengths and dry them
and in time
weave them into mats
we make the designs and
dye them in colors
like birds and flowers and
houses by the mountains
and then when we are finished
after such a delicate and
tiring work
we look at these mats
and then we use them like
other useful items
we spread them on the floor
inside the house
or we spread them on the grass
under the tree
and then we sleep on them
and then we make our big dreams
or the small ones even
we relax on our own creations
perhaps just like
making poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem