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 was laughing at a joke’s echo
Or weeping helplessly 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 won’t know: our paths have crossed for but a moment;
Let’s say that I ran forward, that I joyfully laughed,
And when I came to the edge of the world and stepped off it,
Let’s believe that I turned
Into a firebird