Sometimes you might find a message
or a note in a book.
There's always a story
either way.
Is it our turn to question or wonder?
To question with curious smiles.
To rail against the incoming tide
or work
(in a fashion)
with the waves.
The ocean throws up so much that
is unpredictable
and takes us places
not to be expected.
Whether on the crest
or down below.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem