Drifting into deepest waters, floating carelessly
upon waves of remorseless fatigue.
Up to shoulders in a fast moving ocean current,
watching everything pass by with no emotion
holding it still.
Quietly anticipating peaceful waters in mercurial
silence, as life floats down canyons hidden from
view.
Finding fantastic scenes never before shown as
waves come along again, pushing us further into
passes too narrow to float through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The reader floats along while reading the poem. A very interesting poem. I interpret it as elements of fatalism and hope of fatigue and expectations mixing and creating this floating feeling. A ten