24 Jul 2016 – Turning Pages

Sunrise and sunset.
What king now sits on the throne?
Who cares? What matter?
Each one thinks himself the sun,
all planet’s center.

Spring follows winter,
unconcerned with interest rates
or tax-free shelters,
wiping dry the melting tears,
forgetting Winter.

You’re turning pages
in a book that has no end
and no beginning,
in a tongue you cannot read
but can’t abandon.