"Don't cry in their presence,"
Mother told me. "It makes me sad."
As I walk away and wipe away my tear,
My legs behave strangely,
My legs, glistening like a stony surface.
From my empty hands
The teacher takes the candle,
And the other children laugh.
Behind the stars' arms
They play in the garden, sunny and warm.
But I stay here, as my mother told me to.
Fish swim under the window, behind the glass,
To and fro.
They follow only their own path.
I touch the water with a finger.
Again with a second.
They startle in the water, won't stay still.
My eyes dry up.
Water devours my body.
My eyelids close.
I breathe.
I breathe.
I breathe.
Translated from the original poem, "Homesick", by Salli Shepherd (salshep)
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