I had once a long wish list
of things to do
places to go
every thing clear
never covered with mist
This bucket list
kept growing big
but I realized
that for too much
I had wished
I was meant to nest on one tree
not fly around, migratory and free
so I rolled it up
and sealed it in a can
made it hard
to be opened
by human hand
tossed it out
in the open sea
beyond the horizon
into eternity
I am officially wish list free
don't make plans
for dreams are not for me
maybe one day
on a lonely boat
a young fisherman
will find this can
open it up
and read what I wrote
That will be the day
my dreams
can be freed
from caged existence
out in the open
savoring cool sea breeze
some other person
will own them then
and then all my dreams
will come true
never to be abandoned
again in a can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem