Choices~~~This Morning

A poem, translated…

Ran Away from Home for a Long Time Now

All Those Giants Made from Clouds

Before My Windows Had Looked Down at Me

With Their Gotten-Used-to-It Gazes

This is someone, in a meditative state, and the narrator feels that it’s time s/he headed home, having run away for too long, and it still wasn’t because s/he is tired of being away, but giving in, to the demands of her/his realities…

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