you are here again
where planes land
where another load of
people is transported
to their chosen destinations
you are one of them
now. A set of hands waiving.
Some kiss each other
cheek to cheek
they are leaving.
and you too. Looking for
silence in a faraway island.
all you need is a sleeping
bench on the white sandy beach.
no book. no cell phone.
you talk to yourself.
you take a walk.
you want to know yourself better.
and you know you will come back
again from the beginning.
the sun sets. it is dark.
you go where your mind takes you.
it will be strange, but it will be beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem