do you still remember chasing the bagel
up and down the city street? You were so light
with that red umbrella and you have become
another Mary Poppins flying with the wind
hope you can still recall going inside a room
and then seeing a vase of red roses
early morning against a cathedral window
which let in the spectrum of light
as though they are the shades of your
dreams fulfilled?
It is bliss. Nothing about money or career.
It is the appearance of lightheartedness.
The lightness of being which elevates us
to the category of fog, or cloud drifting
and staying for a while on top of a cliff
overlooking some cars speeding up upon
a road still wet with the morning rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem