Such a little thing,
Only a moment really.
Didn’t register in my mind
That it might be significant;
So I easily dismissed it and
went about my day.
But later it echoed
Back to me,
When the chaos
And hurry of the day
Had quieted and grown still.
Why does that
Particular moment
In a whole day
Still play in my mind?
I ponder now,
How many times
I have paid so little heed
To such moments,
Whether something important
Was missed;
And wonder
What it meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we never really know about 'those moments' do we. Nice read.