well, it will not be
totally true
that nothing
in this life
works
some still
do, in fact
the way
you handle
reality like
tools before
you: a screw
a hammer
a nail
some pieces
of wood
and some
glue
glued to
reality
hammer the nails
with the force
of your
determinations
you mean
things
and things
may mean
what they mean
when you
mean them
to mean
what they
must mean
feet rooted
to the ground
standing
when you
are right
bowing for
forgiveness
when sometimes
you are wrong
screw life
a little bit
loosen where
everything seems
too tight
and tighten
where there
are loose ends
it is a matter
of flexibility
salt to taste
sugar to sweeten
tea to a certain
hotness
or coffee
with a little cream
and then
watch
a movie
life, and death
funeral and weddings
and baptisms too
sleep or walk away
these are your choices
and in the ocean
of choices you
sail
on that boat
of responsibility
with no one to
blame
or praise
just you
and nothing but you
baby
the little soul
thrown
into the space
of sea
swimming sperm
finding the
right egg
till you are fully human
and fully alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem