That Is Now, That Is It

After the movements around the world

I saw his face many times

So suddenly

On this night, when everything was noisy

No one else was listening

I bet my own

Concentrated listening

That the rivers are not yet dry

Neither mountains have turned dwarfs

That is now

There is a pond nearby

Water spills

That water I hold in my hands

Fills it to my heart

That is now, that is it. 

Cooked rice on the hob

Smells so sweet

And the sandy wind covers your body

In its own artistic style

That is now, that is it 

Have patience like the sky

And deep faith in your heart

The soft grin of the poetry

The abundance of fresh air

That is now, that is it

I am, I have my own world.