on the topmost of the mountain
higher than all the rocks beside me
what do i have?
clouds on my feet
air that cannot speak me its message
where it comes from
what are the warnings
or the good news?
i stand here
my arms opening to the sky
i do not look down
for fear of the height that is
sucking me down
inviting me to jump
like the goddess with
a broken heart
what do i have here?
i gaze
and all i have is this view
of the sun finally
going down
to surrender once more
to what is dark
and cold
and silent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem