When I have no advice,
I showcase my dos and don'ts.
Listen to yours and come and join
the show of brave souls.
Last night I dreamt
Your fear was walking
All around me searching.
What did it find? I fear the
very same words you were
failing to listen to. Especially
because the don'ts were as loud
as a gong.
I was snoring, you thought.
I was afraid to hear that the
duo we are will make loud
the words we fail to hear.
Next time do not come in the
night. Come during dinner
there is more to share in
the act of eating, for it shouts
these two words we hate. Yet
we take the fork and pretend
it does not have two ears, yet
it has four prongs and can be
used to make a tune that we can
listen to and then follow our
own dos and don'ts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sarah, I love your poem.