At last the crushing weight
Of doubt is eased and this
Story must end.
All stories must end so new
Ones can begin
No one will speak the final words so
I will
The venom has leached
And no longer dangerous
I am unrecognizable in this stillness
My heart and senses deeper,
I move as an old river, slower
With intent over the same stones I ignored
In more effluent times
Feeling for a texture that
I ignored in haste,
I am clear now
And see my estuary for what it is
A joining
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am clear now; after the problems of life. Nice work.