At times…
there are moments that
make
one absolutely naked.
Those moments breathe us
like the smoke
a smoker inhales
So… irretrievably.
Then, the exhalation process
that lasts, maybe for
a moment
or, for the time limit
that can be expanded
endlessly.
Those are moments
that breathe us like
A fire-person struggles thru smoke
of a collapsing building.
To behold the face
of one other,
A moment when beholding
becomes life and breath.
A star, falling,
fulfils a wish, or maybe
is but a meteorite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breath-taking and - true.