Feet dangling wishing never to meet the ground, watching
as a sunrise Dali paints the waking clouds with
surreal brushstrokes of brilliant red and fierce orange
The world without hatred, stunning from my view up high
in reality an earth waking from a restless slumber
wearily pleading a ceasefire for the sake of humanity
Overwhelmed by the irony of this paradoxical moment
I am afforded a glimpse of such stunning sights
as I’m on task to make sure someone else ceases to be
Wishing to float forever never to touch down, anxious
over the viciousness expected against a person
I’ve never met taking all he is
and all he will ever be
Squeezing my lids tight
as a drop escapes
This moment in the scrapbook
of my psyche
How have we come to this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem