A translation to welcome Meg

I Want To Run

 

I want to run

On the island where the dark clouds conceal the sky

Till the end

I see across the water

The mountain fog arises like a write dragon

 

I want to run

On the crocodile’s bare back above the water

Till her lips

I hear the piercing laugh of the waking bat

Flit over water

 

I still want to run

Even at the end of the end

Use my fingertips    Run

On a dancing piano on the buoy

On the white and black islands of perpetuum mobile

2009-1-22