There is this man
who has become a professional
watcher
of the changing guards of the
horizon
he wakes up when the sun rises
and sleeps when the sun sets
he is amazed
each sunrise is not the same as
another sunrise that lands upon
his gaze
not any sunset is the same as
the other
repetition is a show that never ends
upon a similarity
nothing is the same
in the flow of sadness and happiness
two faces and another face of
nature bringing gifts to the heart
in shapes of warmth and coldness
love, bliss, lament and fears
each molecule
is a fingerprint of someone else
there is this man who is always
amazed
just watching
something familiar which to
him
is phenomenal
alone and
yet so filled with
joy....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem