my heart trembled
wishing to write a poem
i began to look for it
looking at the clouds above
on my way to school
i saw darkness and sorrow
there was no poem there

trees were alone
on the street
i asked them to tell me a poem
but they would't talk

i met children then
getting closer to home
they were laughing
i just smiled

my home welcomed me at last
untidy, alone, private to me
sitting on my ordinary chair
tiredness on my shoulders,
my gift was a poem.