Clown's Poem Poem by Quênia Lalita

and in this moment of rest
i wonder if i shall exist
in more places than where
i find myself right now

do i exist in different dimensions
do i exist in the minds of those i used to know
do i exist over the walls my hands once touched
do i exist underground and above

do i still exist in the autumn of 2006,
when i first discovered love
when i lost my grandmother
when i've decided i would always write verses to cheer myself up

then this moment passes
i force myself to stop wondering
i look at my knees, at my hands
at the circus stage underneath my feet

existing in spite of me