Everything in the universe
is searching.
Often I search
for friends and wisdom,
and somehow expect to find
these pearls in my books.
But tonight, I don't have it in me
to handle nine pages of thought.
I worked today
and have been on my feet
for nearly twenty-four hours.
It's funny how I stop searching
for all the important things
to look for rest
when I am so tired.
Do we all forget our pearls
when we need sleep?
22 december 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem