Alone Among Others
behind me looking east
i see the mountains
a busy river
running at their feet
and the high trees
wherever my gaze
happens to fall
then there's birdsong
without which
i could not live
plus all the dogs from
our neighborhood
they regularly come to visit
just one or two
or three or four
the time with them
is always filled with joy
the way it was
so long ago
when real living
was part of life
with lovable people
all around me...
(alas, there's hardly any left of those,
in this my beautiful, but oh so sad
and tragic world.)
Corinne Wesley
8.19.2023
Translation of a German poem I wrote this summer.
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