Along the road between past and future
If you glimpsed me run, could you tell
Whether I was still pushing forward
Or retreating under the blows of pain?
If you witnessed me freeze and bend double,
Burying my face in shaking hands,
Would you think I laughed at a joke’s echo
Or wept suddenly over a secret hurt?
With my feet in the air and arms outstretched,
If you saw how I leaped off the edge,
Would you choose to imagine me soaring,
Or, acknowledging gravity, falling to death?
You can’t know – our paths crossed for but a blurred moment;
Just believe I ran forward and joyfully laughed;
That when I came to the edge of the world and stepped off it,
I turned into a firebird