There I was
searching for something salty
a whim
while the world turned
open eyed
eyes open wide
and wider still my search.
It went
side to side
and flourished
once begotten
outside times a drifting
tide.
Once was a notion of sentimental sorrows
craven unbent and
sighed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem