Translate me
and take me
into that other world of
your language and
cadence
the melody that
waits to create the pictures
of the impressions so gracefully
painted and captured by
blinks of memory
of roads obliterated
take me and let me wade my feet into
your stream
the water that empties into the
endlessness
Transcreate me
don’t just take me word for word
allow me to see the way
your heart unfolds
the taste of fruit in the midday heat
cutting rice by the roadside
the gentle whittling away
at the center of the matter
Transcend me
beyond
the dam
that has stopped the flow of water
and thoughts held stagnant for progress
too long
the rain that has caused landslides
of rock, water and emotion
flooded with what is lost and
can never be recovered.
