Others dream
Of what we will become
In other distant worlds
Of the species
That will succeed humanity
Of the minds
Far greater than ours
Of the speed of intelligence
And the distances in connection-
All of this
Leaves me alone and praying for
The people I have known
My time and my world-
Backward I am
And irrelevant perhaps
It will go on
Without me
And what I care about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem