Floating on a lifeboat
on a waveless sea,
no land in sight,
no wind or sound.
A couple of days,
at most,
of careening fears,
and dark imaginings,
until a sun baked end.
In the water,
a man swims,
splashing, floundering,
shouting for help.
Though your situation
is nearly as dire,
you still grab him
and pull him into the boat.
And the two of you
share madness
like a lukewarm canteen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem