To Be A Wolf
for Zheng Xiaoqiong
He runs barefoot. The snow and ice
Heaven and earth. Mother between
The boy falls asleep
His father is missing for 3 days
Searching in the hills and meadows
His mother carries the babies
Heavy rain. 8 years old
His father's body
What you learn from that
To be a wolf. Think like a wolf
The mountains are small
A mother's hug.
He is 10. Already
He takes care of those who love him
He learns to sing the mountains
Where his father died
A thousand years of stars and tears
He sings them
Many years later he sings:
I am a bucket
My water is in the bucket
With your hand so sweet
Carry the sorrow and joy together
Make me a good life
A night that brings the next day
A day that lets us sleep in peace
We come from the mountains
We walk the streets like mountain paths
Our jobs are canyons
Our boss is a ridge
The salary is just a river to cross
A night that brings the next day
A day that lets us sleep in peace
I walk everywhere like a stranger
I pick my steps carefully
Perfect flowers I sometimes see in boxes
Her kiss tasted like wild honey
I am alone. I sing.
Fantastico poem Rob
ReplyDeletewhat a great, singing poem, Rob! I'm drinking from it again, and again. Well water.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Rob:-) thanks for sharing.x
ReplyDeleteThank you all for listening!
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