I carried my immobile legs slowly to the curtains,
With careful steps not to fall down.
I opened the curtains, with utmost care
Not to lose a balance.
The blue sky was lucid;
Yesterday's snow was history.
The heaven's mood changes fast.
This morning, I was eagerly waiting someone's visit.
This illness has taught me the joy of waiting.
You bring me the air outside.
You take me out to the world outside.
A grate of a key in the lock sings a song of love to me.
From the otherside of the door, you bring the outside world.
Books, newspaper clippings, and magazines.
You know what? The ultimate gift is your voice.
It teaches me many things:
Stock market, politics and economy
Even a gossip about the neighborhood greengrocer sounds erudite.
I love, love and love you lots.
You make my world expand.
And I fell out with my beloved.
For the first time I crawled across the room.
I crawled and crawled to get to the mobile phone and
I hit my chest with a step.
It was a sad and lonely crawl not like the crawling of a baby.
I crawled ... like a worm.
On the mobile phone I crawled to reach to
I found my call was blocked.
My voice was cut off from the endless communication line.
My mind started to fall apart
My chest ached where it hit the step.
I was cut off from the world.
I was cut off from you.
My mind screamed, wandering in the darkness.
Have you left for good?
I have another year to live and you say goodby now?
I don't know what to do. I am at a loss.
Is your love history?
As yesterday's snow disappeared.
The mood of the heaven and the mood of you are unpredictable
It changes fast and it opens the door sadly.
A grate of a key in the lock sings a song of love to me.
Once
Twice
Three times, and many more.
I want to hear the doorbell ring
for the rest of my life.
Tomorrow, I hope I will see a blue sky.
Poem by Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
©2011
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