You would think being able to disappear,
Becoming part of the scenery, part of the unseen mob,
Would be a lark,
Would be a game,
Would be a gift.
You would think, being able to take on any life,
Hiding within a thousand masks,
Would be a laugh,
Would be a joke,
Would be great fun.
You would think, being whoever they want,
Wherever and whatever they need,
Would be a grace,
Would be a joy,
Would be a kind of miracle.
But you'd be wrong.
(written in 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem