it has become just
like everyday: dusting of
furniture,
washing the plates
cleaning the car
or cutting a daisy
putting it on a vase
on the table
or opening a window
to let light in
or untying the drapes
to create a privacy
or mopping the floor
putting perfume on the room
we do it everyday sometimes
quickly like turning off
a faucet
or killing a fly or
releasing a dragonfly
or just spitting it out
or defecating, a form of release
our poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem