it is there
it has a mouth gaping
filling itself
with the rain
this is a rainy
day and it
will rain here
for weeks
the jar takes
all the water
drinks it like
it is a thirsty
woman
yet just like us
it can never be full
even for weeks
or for years
there is always
a spill
of what is full
there is always
the emptiness
even in
the physical fullness
the jar is there
alone
it is raining and it
will rain for weeks
the jar never breaks
it is
alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem