Reading This Poem

Reading This Poem

I know you are reading this poem

early in the morning

when the sun jumps out of the horizon

the last trace of dark fading away

a new day starts. I know you are reading this poem

standing up on the patio

enjoying the scent of the grass

while the birds singing.

I know you are reading this poem

on your journey to the seas

where the sky the limit meets with the ocean

but you cannot leave yet. I know you are reading this poem

as the bus coming in the dust

towards a new destination

you have never been.

I know you are reading this poem by the light

in the dark basement under a candle

which burns herself to bring you happiness.

I know you are reading this poem on a plane

where strangers meet and separate.

I know you are reading this poem by the tombs

in the graveyard, think of the deceased who

left us in moan and tears. I know

you are reading this poem through your glasses, years of hard work has taken away most of your eyesight

because every work is priceless.

I know you are reading this poem to your family

in the warm living room

looking for the truth and joy

I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else left to read

where you see nothing but yourself.