If in a movie
their starting journeys might be shown
by a few film frames of a map
their two points distant from each other
then moving lines from each
converging on a third—
my address
on this terrestrial globe
where well hidden from general view
like a cricket snugly wedged between grasses
this voice of mine chirping my presence
I give thanks to be remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! You made poetry out of the most mundane actions. Essentially you're just waiting to grow older (!) but anticipationof your sisters' arrival makes this a routine-breaker. I can anticipate the laughter and frolic after this reverie. (Save a piece of cake for me! !)
daniel, this year, with the shock and passing of our older son, i have been more emotionally " tender." so this yearly receiving of cards was more meaningful and appreciated than usual. observing this in myself, the poem followed. thank you, daniel. and here's a virtual piece of cake i gladly send your way. -glen