you are air.
your name is air. I know you in some other variations.
aerated, ariel, aerophogastolic,
air balloon,
tear gas,
what ill wind brought you here to me this morning?
i could be an ill wind myself to bring sickness to the minds
of the sleepy people,
but i did not. I stay here, alone and steady. I like to be still.
Still as a steel pipe. Birds may come and check if i am really steel.
i do not mind. I have no more time.
Throw a stone at me, and i will make you some music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem