Let me write about something small,
drops of water over the grasses’ leaves.

Or let me write about something bigger,
Sunrise, a red fiery
circle on the heart of blue sky.
Feeling its kind warmth gives me joy.

Or something beautiful,
Friendship growing as snowflakes
gathered on the bosom of snow,
sending away loneliness.

Oh, I am all mixed up.
Take my pen and paper away,
lock my mind and make me stay.
Let me relax—I don’t want to write.

The drops will disappear when the weather warms,
the sun will go away when clouds come,
the friendship will be over when we break each other.

No, I don’t want to write.
Let me relax.

By Farida

photo by Philip Klinger