Moving On Poem by Ruth Lasters

If moving on seems impossible, then choose one single
moving on, one splendidly

stubborn deed, if need be: hearing fizzy water every midnight
exploding bubbles, a sort of star-listening
instead of star-gazing. If moving on is impossible,

then choose one journey backward to a moment when
all the ‘one days' you were promised suddenly became now,
perhaps to that morning when ambition? just

growing with you like grey mould
through a loaf.

Translation: Paul Vincent, in collaboration with the author